The Busy Brain Blog

Some endings don’t come with closure. No neat explanation. No parting gift of understanding. Just an ache and a silence louder than goodbye. Hey there,  It’s strange how much can be given, wholeheartedly, only to be met with silence or slammed doors. How kindness can echo into emptiness. How loyalty can be met with distance. How something once sacred can end without warning. There are moments that still linger not because they were unforgettable, but because they were unfair. Things that were done. Words that were said. Opportunities lost not because of failure, but because of forces beyond control. And maybe the hardest part isn’t the ending itself, but the knowing deep down that it wasn’t deserved.                                          I didn't deserve that.  It’s easy to second-guess. To wonder what could’ve been done differently. To carry the bl...

It’s hard for me to admit but I still love you. Even when I’ve convinced myself I shouldn’t. Even when you weren’t there. Even when love didn’t look like love at all.  Hey there, Embarrassing right? Exposing. Like handing over a fragile truth and hoping it doesn’t get laughed at. Because sometimes it’s not just about romantic love. Sometimes it's the love you carry for people who should’ve stayed, who didn’t, who couldn’t. And maybe who never knew how. To the father who wasn’t around. It took me years to realize that your absence still echoes in how I search for reassurance. In how I sometimes wait to be chosen, by friends, by partners, by life itself. I feel it when I try to prove I’m enough. When I get too quiet in relationships, afraid to need too much. Still, I love you. And sometimes I wonder if you would’ve been proud and why I wasn't enough to 'stay' for or good enough to love.  To the one I loved. I saw you. I saw your inner child, the one who needed love but d...

There’s something about beginnings that don’t come with fireworks. No major life event. No deep revelation. Just a quiet shift. Like when you realize the month has changed, and somehow… so have you.  Hey there, It’s June. It’s the middle of the year, and it feels like the start of something. Maybe it’s the pink roses sitting on the kitchen counter. Maybe it’s the leftover mac and cheese that tasted better today than yesterday. Or maybe it’s the quiet devotion from John 11 reminding me that even Jesus wept. That divinity doesn’t cancel out emotion. That it’s okay to feel. We don’t always need a sign to mark growth. Sometimes it’s in the small things, in knowing what no longer hurts the way it used to. In breathing through a memory that once tightened the chest. In waking up and not rushing to check your phone. In dancing in the rain, just because. Time doesn’t heal everything. But it does give you enough distance to see things more clearly. It makes room for softness where there was...

The disconnect between meaning well and doing well . I used to think that love was enough. That good intentions would carry the weight of every misunderstood word, every delayed response, every moment where I didn’t show up fully — emotionally, spiritually, or attentively. Hey there! It's been a while and I’ve been sitting with the possibility that even love, when not handled with care, can still wound. I didn’t mean to hurt you. Maybe I was too caught up in my own internal battles. Maybe I was trying so hard to be enough, I didn’t realize I wasn’t being present. Maybe I thought being physically there counted more than emotional availability. Maybe I silenced your pain in defense of my intentions. I was trying. But maybe not in the way you needed. Love is not a pass. It doesn’t excuse missteps. It doesn’t cancel out the impact of neglect, even when it’s unintentional. You can want to be someone’s safe place, and still forget how to hold them gently. Sometimes we do the most dama...

In the hustle and bustle of our daily lives, it's easy to get caught up in the pursuit of more—more success, more possessions, more recognition. We often find ourselves chasing after the elusive concept of "enough," believing it to be a destination we can reach if only we work hard enough or acquire the right things. But what if "enough" isn't a point on the map, but a feeling nestled deep within our hearts? Hey there! This week hasn't been easy, this year in fact. However, this is the most peaceful I ever felt which made me wonder the other when I was journaling, what is worse than being broke? For context, I have mentioned in my previous blog posts a time in my life where I was unhappy even though at the time I had an income. This year, a lot has changed and a lot more financial struggle. It is important to note that even though I feel this peace and contentment in my heart, some days are just hard. I still cry, I believe in feeling my feelings. I stil...

No, you will not be able to avoid hurting, but you will get better at it with time. You will learn to hear someone’s disapproval and not immediately internalize it but simply witness it as their experience: one that does not have to touch you, nor sway or force you to react. This is from a book by Brianna Wiest called the Pivot Year and it might sound familiar to you.  At times, the disapproval of others can feel like a dagger to the heart. Yet, as we mature, we learn to hear dissenting voices without internalizing them. Instead of allowing criticism to define us, we recognize it as merely one perspective among many, understanding that it need not dictate our self-worth. In the midst of chaos, our nervous system may scream for respite, and our hearts may race with anxiety. However, self-destructive tendencies offer no solace. Instead, we learn to prioritize self-care, recognizing when we're weary and in need of rest. It's an act of self-love to step back, to breathe, and to rep...

 Hey there Busy Brain Buddies! In a world where vulnerability is often seen as a weakness, we may find ourselves holding back our true feelings out of fear of judgment or rejection. We bottle up our emotions, burying them deep within ourselves, hoping that somehow, others will magically understand what we're going through.  But the reality is, people aren't mind readers. They can't see into our hearts or decipher our innermost thoughts without us giving them a glimpse. If we want others to understand us, we need to be willing to open up and share our feelings with them.  Expressing our emotions can be scary, especially when we're afraid of how others might react. We worry about being perceived as weak or needy, so we keep our walls up and our feelings locked away. But in doing so, we deny ourselves the opportunity for genuine connection and understanding.  When we suppress our emotions, we not only hinder our own emotional well-being but also create barriers in our r...

  Hey there busy brain buddies! Let's talk about love, the thing about butterflies and heart flutters, the stuff that poets wax lyrical about and that Hollywood movies often portray as the ultimate happily-ever-after. Love is more complex beyond the 5 love languages and in a world inundated with rom-coms, fairy tales and social media, it's easy to fall into the trap of unrealistic expectations about relationships-what love is, how it should be and even how it’s supposed to feel. We're bombarded with images of perfect couples, flawless friendships, and ideal family dynamics. The truth is relationships, like the seasons, go through different phases. There are times of warmth and abundance, where everything feels effortless and beautiful. But there are also times of cold and barrenness, where challenges and conflicts arise and that’s okay.  Amidst the flurry of red roses and heart-shaped chocolates, it's crucial to remember the importance of setting realistic goals for you...

 -the stuff of novels, songs, and tear-stained pillows. When a relationship crumbles, it can feel like the world is ending. The memories, the shared dreams, the laughter – they all seem to mock us in the aftermath of a breakup.  Friendship heartbreak can sting just as much as romantic heartbreak, if not more. We invest our time, trust, and emotions in our friends, believing that they'll always have our backs. But sometimes, friendships fade, betrayals happen, and we're left picking up the pieces of our shattered trust.  Family heartbreak cuts deep. It's the ache of unmet expectations, unresolved conflicts, and shattered illusions of unconditional love. We're taught that family is supposed to be our safe haven, but sometimes, they're the ones who hurt us the most.  I spent most of my 2022 in isolation. I had just changed places and in my new place I had housemates, 3 of us shared a kitchen and a bathroom but had our own bedrooms.  They knew each other but didn't ...