Mental Health
The Body Remembers
The body remembers what the mind tries to outrun. It remembers every storm, every rupture, every season of survival you forced yourself through. It remembers the nights you held yourself together with nothing but breath and grit. It remembers the mornings you rose anyway, even when rising felt like lifting a collapsed building off your own chest. The body keeps its own archive, written in muscle, breath, pulse, and instinct. Long after the mind rewrites the story, the body still carries the original draft.
By Elisa Wontorcik13 days ago in Poets
You do it because you have to
There comes a point in every ascent when you realize not everyone is meant to rise with you. It is not cruelty. It is not abandonment. It is simply the truth of altitude: some people cannot breathe where you are going. Some people cannot tolerate the clarity you’ve earned. Some people cannot follow you into a life that no longer requires your disappearance.
By Elisa Wontorcik13 days ago in Poets
To My Dearest Girl
To my dearest girl: In this world, there is no rush to find a partner. There is no need to rush into a relationship or give your heart away. Entrusting your life to yourself is more stable and reassuring than entrusting it to anyone else.
By Emily Chan - Life and love sharing13 days ago in Poets





