Mindfulness Practice

  Understanding the Impact of Emotional Abuse We often associate the word “abuse” with what we can see — bruises, scars, broken bones. Things that show. Things that can be explained. But what about the wounds no one sees? What about the damage caused by words that cut deeper than a slap ever could? By silence that screams louder than any raised voice? This is emotional abuse. And for so many of us, it goes unnoticed — even by the person living through it. “It’s not that bad…” — Except it is Emotional abuse is sneaky. It doesn’t always shout. Sometimes, it whispers just loud enough to make you question your own voice. It might look like: Constant criticism disguised as “jokes” Being blamed for everything that goes wrong Feeling like you’re walking on eggshells Being ignored or given the silent treatment Being made to feel like you’re “too sensitive” or “overreacting” And the worst part? It builds slowly. So slowly that by the time you realise something’s wrong, you’...

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...

Let’s talk about pain. No, not the stub-your-toe-on-the-sofa kind, but the deep, emotional, "life-has-sucker-punched-you" kind. The hard truth is, healing starts with accepting something most of us would rather avoid: you’ve got a hand in your own suffering. Stay with me, though—it’s not as bleak as it sounds. This isn’t about assigning blame or declaring fault. It’s about taking responsibility. Picture it less like pointing fingers and more like grabbing the wheel of your own life. Because if you’ve been hurt—whether by a dodgy relationship, past trauma, or life’s general knack for throwing curveballs—you might instinctively want to direct all the blame outwards. And yes, external factors do matter, but here’s the thing: waiting for someone else to fix things is like waiting for the bus in the middle of nowhere. It’s not coming. The Temptation of Victimhood Staying in victim mode can feel... oddly comforting, can’t it? There’s no need to make any big changes because, hey, it...