Happy Holidays, everyone! Since I was a little girl, my family never celebrated Christmas. But despite that, I’ve always felt the magic of this season. There’s something about the holidays that makes the world feel softer, warmer, even in the dead of winter. Especially for the little ones, the way their excitement builds on Christmas Eve, the anticipation of waking up early, unwrapping presents in their pyjamas, the sound of laughter filling the room. But beyond the gifts and the traditions, it’s the togetherness that makes this time so special. For my family, even though we didn’t celebrate in the traditional sense, we still used the day as an opportunity…

This past week, I’ve had time to reflect on my life up until now, and the one word that keeps coming to mind is strength. I recently turned thirty-four. And let me tell you, that was a big birthday for me. We all have a “scary” age—that one number that feels like a looming deadline, a reminder of everything we thought we’d have figured out by now. For some, it’s about feeling old. For others, it’s the realization that life isn’t exactly where they pictured it would be. For me, that age is thirty-five. So turning the year before my scary age? Yeah, it hit different. I’ve never been the…

Having a platform like this, a space where I can pour my thoughts into words and share them with the world, feels like both a privilege and a responsibility. It allows me to voice things that matter not only to me but to those I love and even to complete strangers who might stumble upon my writing, looking for someone who understands, for someone who’s been there. Through this blog, I share personal experiences, hoping they resonate with someone, educate others on things they might not have known, and most importantly, remind people that they are not alone. Sometimes, it’s just a way to vent, to scream into the void…