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...