SAM Frida

We hear a lot about cognitive dissonance—that tension between conflicting thoughts—but soul dissonance hits deeper. It’s when your life, your choices, your relationships… don’t align with your ultimate truth. It’s that ache that whispers, “This isn’t you.” This...

There comes a point in the healing journey when you no longer seek validation. The poem in this screenshot by Amelia Lynn captures that moment—when you stop explaining yourself, stop softening your edges, and stop offering the sacred parts of yourself to just anyone....

This screenshot from Warpaint Journal hits the mark. It reframes the idea of a “midlife crisis” into something far more accurate: an awakening. What’s often labeled as a crisis is really a shift—a quiet, internal rebellion against a life built from scripts that no...

Sometimes, All We Can Do Is Plant the Seed Inspired by the words of Rabindranath Tagore: “The one who plants trees, knowing that he will never sit in their shade, has at least started to understand the meaning of life.” Activism can be loud, bold, and persistent—but...

Let’s get something straight—yes, I use ChatGPT to write my blog posts. And yes, I know some people will judge me for it. I discovered its power while healing from a terrible triad injury. I couldn’t type or write with my fingers, so I was forced to explore...

DoorDash’s latest initiative, Eat Now, Pay Later, in partnership with Klarna, isn’t innovation — it’s a symptom. Of what? Of a society so distracted, so conditioned for instant gratification, that offering debt with dinner now passes as progress. We’re not solving...

We’re living in a time when political correctness feels less like a tool for respect and more like a muzzle for truth. It’s become a dance of generalities—don’t offend this group, avoid that word, stay neutral—until the message is so watered down it means nothing to...

I step where the tide whispers secrets, where footprints dissolve before regret takes hold. Here, the wind knows my name but never calls me back. I belong, untethered, to the hum of the unseen. The sun bows low, an ember in the vast breath of time, painting gold on a...

The world is guarded, fearful. It teaches us to filter, to mask, to blend in. But then—there are those rare souls who make a different choice. They know the risks. They know how easy it is to be judged, misunderstood, rejected. And yet, they decide to show up...