Cathy (Christine Acheini) Ben-Ameh.
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Passionate blogger sharing insights on lifestyle, music and personal growth.
⭐Shortlisted on The Creative Future Writers Awards 2025.
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The Fire I Didn't Set.
This morning—like too many mornings before it—I found myself sitting in the thick silence of my own thoughts, struggling with forgiveness. I have tried. God knows I’ve tried. I’ve worked hard. I’ve loved hard. I’ve done my best to live right, to pray right, to walk the narrow path with as much grace as I could carry. And yet, it seems, the closer people get to me, the more something in them shifts. A jealousy creeps in—quiet at first, then louder, darker—until it becomes a force that feels almost murderous.
By Cathy (Christine Acheini) Ben-Ameh.9 months ago in Psyche
When the Red Room Closed In: Loneliness, God, and the Quiet Ways I Keep Breathing.
“Some stories don’t end with answers. Some end with breath. That’s enough for today." -M. McGinis There are days when I can’t talk to people. Not because I don’t want to—but because I don’t know how to bridge the gap between what I feel and what others expect me to say.
By Cathy (Christine Acheini) Ben-Ameh.9 months ago in Confessions
Between Life and Death: A Near-Death Experience That Taught Me the Power of Love and Prayer.
Part One: The Struggle of Illness. It wasn’t just any hospital stay. This was the aftermath of my bone marrow transplant—a battle that drained me physically, mentally, and emotionally. I had just undergone the final rounds of chemotherapy, and I was lying in that hospital room feeling like my body had been stretched to its limits.
By Cathy (Christine Acheini) Ben-Ameh.9 months ago in Humans
Spinning Back Time: The Soulful Revival of Vinyl in a Digital World.
There’s something profoundly human about the crackle that precedes a song on vinyl. It’s the audible equivalent of a slow exhale before a conversation begins. In a world obsessed with speed, convenience, and instant gratification, the record player dares to ask us to slow down, to listen—truly listen.
By Cathy (Christine Acheini) Ben-Ameh.9 months ago in Beat
Do Something.
I wake each day to the song of an alarm clock and to the hush of morning light spilling through curtains I chose. There is no rush, There is nowhere in a hurry she goes. The applications go out like arrows into fog—some fall short, others vanish. None have returned. Still, I make music. I write words that weren’t there before. I care for my people. And surely, that must be something. The world praises motion—titles, paychecks, productivity you can print out. But I’ve chosen something quieter. I’ve signed up for courses. I’m adding tools to my belt. I’m learning while the world is watching for results. Because waiting doesn’t mean wasting. Waiting can be a kind of becoming. It's what I tell myself. Soon, I’ll take the wheel—learn the roads, earn my license, move freer through the world. But even now, even in this pause, I am not stalled. I am shifting gears. I am doing something.
By Cathy (Christine Acheini) Ben-Ameh.9 months ago in Poets
