Mindfulness Practice

Most of us never sit down and choose the kind of person we want to be. We just… drift. You pick up habits from your parents. You echo your friends without thinking. You react the same way you always have because it’s what you’ve always done. Before long, you’ve built a whole personality without ever really deciding if it’s yours. Here’s something worth knowing: the word identity comes from the Latin identitas , built from idem meaning “to be” and “repeated.” In other words, identity is about who you keep being over and over again. And that’s where the danger is. If you never stop to check in, you’ll just keep repeating the same patterns, not because they’re right for you but because they’re familiar. The type of person you are isn’t set in stone. Every day you’re shaping it in what you agree to, what you let slide, what you make time for, and how you behave when no one’s around to clap for you. So what would it look like if you chose on purpose? Not some perfect fantasy self. J...

Healing is not a destination. It’s not a place you arrive at, where everything suddenly makes sense, and the past no longer aches. Healing is a journey—a slow, winding path with detours, setbacks, and moments of clarity that feel like sunlight breaking through heavy clouds. For so long, I thought healing meant erasing the past. If I could just forget, if I could just move on, then maybe I would be whole. But I’ve come to realise that wholeness isn’t about forgetting—it’s about integrating. It’s about taking the broken pieces and making something beautiful out of them. Some days, the weight of old wounds still presses against my ribs. Some nights, echoes of past pain whisper in the quiet. But I am learning to sit with it, to hold myself gently, to remind myself that I am more than my scars. Healing is in the small moments—the way I breathe deeper now, the way I listen to my body instead of punishing it, the way I choose love over fear, again and again. I am not the same person I was...