SAM Frida

Emotions aren’t enemies—they’re messengers. They show us where we need to heal, where we’ve been hurt, and what still lingers beneath the surface. Ignoring them doesn’t make them disappear; it just buries them deeper. The real challenge? Sitting with them....

When you spend your life chasing approval, you don’t always realize what you’re actually chasing. It’s subtle—an unconscious adaptation, a constant morphing into what’s acceptable, likable, or worthy in the eyes of others. But adapting is exhausting. And one day,...

What you wear should not define your integrity, yet society still clings to outdated ideas of respectability. You can wear a suit and be utterly devoid of principles, while someone in casual clothes can hold an unshakable moral compass. Why do we continue to judge...

Abandonment feels like the deepest cut—a wound that consumes, suffocates, and leaves an unbearable void. The grief is raw, and telling someone in that space that freedom awaits beyond the pain feels almost cruel. How can they believe it when their world is collapsing?...

What does democracy even mean anymore? If a government can dictate how someone identifies, deny their existence, or strip away their dignity, then what are we really standing for? How does someone else’s identity affect anyone but the person living it? And yet, laws...

For those who feel deeply, who absorb the world around them in ways others might not understand—your sensitivity is not a flaw. It is a gift. But like all gifts, it comes with a price. The brilliance that stems from it, the way you see the world, the way you create,...

Growing up in Singapore, a country shaped by British colonization, I absorbed the unspoken messages passed down through generations—the reverence for the Western world, the quiet acceptance of a hierarchy ingrained long before I was born. But as a minority within that...

“Honesty always gets my attention—but not in the way most people think. It’s not about whether someone is honest with me; it’s whether they are honest with themselves.” When someone truly owns who they are—flaws, contradictions, and all—without trying to curate an...

(Note to self):- For so long, healing felt like a journey back—to who we used to be before the heartbreak, before the disappointments, before the pain shaped us. We longed to return to a version of ourselves untouched by life’s hardest lessons. But what if healing was...