Yuliana Francie
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As a rebellious beacon of light, she made it her life mission to embolden women to own their worth and power so they can live life on their terms within the vessel of divinity.
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Giving Up On Love is Giving Up On Yourself
Every relationship failure inflicts our feelings of pain and betrayal. The voice inside our head is screaming, “I give you a privilege to reside in a sacred space inside my heart, not only you didn’t value it, but you also trashed and demolished my safe space!”
By Yuliana Francie4 years ago in Humans
Should I stay or should I go?
Every adult on this planet would have to face this question at least once during their lifetime. Having to end a relationship recently, I was ruminating over “should I stay or should I go.” Deciding to leave a relationship is never an easy task even when I know it’s time to choose myself first. We are no longer compatible with each other and this relationship has run its course. Staying much longer will only increase its level of toxicity for both of us.
By Yuliana Francie4 years ago in Humans
Mum, can you love me as I am?
Growing up, I was not your average obedient child—a girl who despised mundane routines and caused endless disagreements. I chose to be a nonconformist in my family and community. Because I felt strayed and deep inside me, I had a longing to go home, wherever that was.
By Yuliana Francie5 years ago in Families
The Red G
"Is this what you're looking for?" I paused; my cheeks were burning. I was too stunned to move. It felt as though there was a panicked caged bird flapping inside of me, desperate to escape. I felt a thump! Maybe it was my heart, for all I knew; he was the last person I would expect to see at that moment. Oh dear! This can't be happening," I screeched to myself. "Sorry if I made you feel uncomfortable. I am just returning what belongs to you," he spoke so softly and so gently with a hint of cheekiness. At this moment, I wished I could magically disappear from the earth and vanish into space. His smell and deep husky voice engaged my mind over the weeks that passed. The same smell and voice greeted me every morning in front of the escalator. So magnetic that just the scent of him could make you weak to your knees and make your core shake. I stopped myself and thought, how could one do this to me when others could barely scratch the surface?
By Yuliana Francie5 years ago in Confessions
The Alchemist's Diary
Solemn tears were flowing down my cheeks like a river. My hands were shaking as I wrote each word down in my journal - my little black book. The creased black leather cover shows how far we have traveled together through my soul's valleys of darkness and light. Its brown-looking paper records stories of tears and laughter, thought-provoking reflections, and hidden feelings. My diary is my dearest friend, a reliable friend who has tirelessly been my safe harbor. I loosened my grip and followed my pen's flow. Rumi's beautiful poem came to my mind, 'Choose Love, Love! Without the sweet life of Love, living is a burden - as you have seen.' Life has never been easy for me, and when I thought it couldn't get harder, the universe challenged me to grow onto the next level.
By Yuliana Francie5 years ago in Humans
