Mindfulness Practice

Words. Tiny little things made of letters and sound. But oh , how they carry the weight of worlds. A single sentence can stop your heart. A phrase can mend it. An echo of something once whispered can live rent-free in your mind for years—long after the speaker has forgotten they ever said it. They can break you. Think back. To the moment someone said you weren’t enough. Weren’t thin enough, smart enough, worthy enough. Those words wrapped themselves around your ribs, squeezing slowly over time—until one day you started repeating them to yourself. That’s the thing about words. When repeated often enough, they stop sounding like someone else’s opinion. And start feeling like truth. They can make you. “I believe in you.” Three words. But said at the right moment, in the right voice, they hit different. They lift you. Not in a hyped-up, fake-confidence kind of way. But in the slow, anchoring way that makes you stand up straighter. Speak softer, but with more conviction....

Some days, I wake up and I’m already in battle. Not with the world. Not with people. With my own thoughts. The ones that tell me I’m not enough. That I should have done more. That I’ve messed it all up—again. That everyone’s watching. Judging. Waiting for me to fail. It’s exhausting, isn’t it? To be your own biggest critic. To carry a war inside your head while trying to smile through the day. To look calm on the outside while your mind spins stories that feel so real, they make your stomach churn. I Used to Believe Every Thought If my mind whispered, You’re a disappointment , I’d nod in agreement. If it shouted, You’re not worthy of love , I’d retreat, make myself small, apologise for existing. I thought these thoughts were me . That they defined me. But I was wrong. Not every thought deserves my attention. Not every voice in my head speaks the truth. Sometimes, my thoughts are just echoes of old wounds—unhealed parts of me that resurface in moments of stress or fa...