“Whispers From My Heart” is a sacred space where I pour the unspoken — my healing, my growing, my letting go, my loving. Each poem and love letter is a soft echo of the woman I am becoming: brave, blooming, and beautifully unfinished. These are the whispers born from my deepest battles, my quietest prayers, and my brightest hopes. If you find yourself here, know that you are not alone. Welcome to the parts of me that once hurt, now healing — and the parts of you they just might soothe too.
I met him on a Tuesday.
I remember that part clearly, not because he was memorable at the time, but because Tuesdays usually aren’t. They sit in the middle of the week like a placeholder. Not the rush of Monday, not the relief of Friday. Just… there.
I had built my life around that kind of rhythm. Days that didn’t demand too much emotionally. Spaces that made sense. So when I say I met him on a Tuesday, what I really mean is, he didn’t belong there.
Because they’re not wrong.
I have changed.
But the part they miss, is it came from experience. From finally paying attention to how things actually work instead of how I wanted them to work. And once I saw it, I couldn’t unsee it.
The same traits they criticize in me? They admire in men. A man who prioritizes money is “focused, driven, ambitious.”
He “knows what he wants.”
Now, I believe in numbers.
Numbers don’t pretend.
They don’t shift depending on how they feel that day. They don’t wake up and decide they’re confused. They don’t pull away and then come back and then pull away again.
Money makes sense. You put in the work, you get the result. Maybe not immediately, maybe not always fairly, but there’s a system. There’s a pattern. There’s something you can track, something you can measure, something you can improve.
March, I didn’t expect you to teach me this much. I didn’t expect you to feel like both a breaking point… and a turning point.
Because when I look back at you now, I don’t just see the stress or the uncertainty.
I see clarity. I see growth.
I see decisions I didn’t know I was ready to make.
And maybe the most honest thing I can say is this: March felt like the month where I stopped negotiating with my own life.
So maybe the question isn’t:
“How do I get to the life I want?”
Maybe the question is:
“What systems would make that life possible?”
Because the truth is…
You don’t need a better idea.
You don’t need a richer partner.
You don’t need more motivation.
You need structure, consistency, boundaries.
That’s it.
There’s something I’ve been sitting with quietly… something I don’t always admit, even to myself.
I don’t fully trust myself yet.
On the surface, I look like I do.
I make plans. I set goals.
I speak about the life I want with clarity.
I take steps. I start things.
But underneath that…
I still tolerate subtle disrespect.
Not the kind that’s easy to call out and walk away from.
The kind that makes you pause… but not enough to react.
The kind that makes you uncomfortable… but still leaves room for doubt.
The kind that whispers, “maybe you’re overthinking.”
And that’s exactly why it’s dangerous.
Because deep down, I’ve always believed that life is meant to be enjoyed.
Not just survived.
Not just endured.
Enjoyed.
But then reality pulls me back.
Bills. Responsibilities. Pressure.
The kind that doesn’t ask if you’re ready.
The kind that doesn’t care how you feel.
When I feel good, everything makes sense.
I wake up with clarity. I write plans. I map out ideas. I see the bigger picture. I believe in myself. I move fast. I’m decisive. I’m disciplined. I’m her.
And in those moments, I genuinely believe,
“This is it. I’ve figured it out. This is the version of me that’s going to change everything.”
I walked into you carrying numbers in my head, 100K months, profit margins, hamper ideas, brand positioning, aligned clients only. I walked into you thinking strategy would be the loudest thing I learned.
But what you taught me was alignment.
You weren’t about hustle. You were about calibration. And for that, I’m grateful.
I don’t want you raised by pressure.
I don’t want you raised by survival.
I want you raised by me.
And I want to be okay while doing it.
That is the tension.
That is the ache.
Because loving you is not the problem.
Loving you is the easiest part.
Holding everything else at the same time is what terrifies me.
At first, years ago, they would stumble over it. Ask her to repeat it. Shorten it for convenience. Suggest nicknames that made it easier on their tongues. She would correct them gently, then let it go. Now, they paused before saying it.
Her name became a room key. And when she stepped inside, doors did not simply open. Spaces changed to accommodate her...
For a long time, I told myself I was “lazy” when it came to chores. Especially laundry. I would postpone it until the pile stared at me like an accusation. I’d negotiate with myself. Maybe tomorrow. Maybe when the sun is out. Maybe when I feel like it.
But here’s the irony.
I might procrastinate doing laundry, but I’m the biggest critic of how it’s done.
Stay.
Not because it’s easy.
Not because it’s glamorous.
But because one day, you’ll look back and realize that the version of you who stayed…
That’s the version everything was built on.
And she deserves more credit than she’ll ever get.
And while you wait, love yourself the way you hope to be loved. Celebrate your own fire. Honor your own strength. Sit with your pain, but also with your joy. Cry when it hurts, laugh when it delights you, dream when you feel free enough to. Because when you are fully present for yourself, the right love doesn’t have to chase you. It will find its way to the heart that is already whole.
Maybe needing love isn’t good.
Maybe it isn’t bad.
Maybe it isn’t weakness or strength.
Maybe it’s just stitched into us, like hunger, like sleep, like the instinct to reach for warmth when the air turns cold.
And maybe the real question isn’t whether we should want it. Maybe the real question is this: If being human comes with longing built in, why do we keep pretending we’re above it?
There is joy in expansiveness.
In walking without destination.
In sitting with nothing to do and everything to feel.
I want rooms where one chair is enough.
Where light does most of the work.
Where silence isn’t awkward, it’s welcomed.
Thank You January.
Thank you for the money that came.
For the clients that came.
For the mindset shifts that stayed.
I stayed.
I chose.
I committed.
And I’m just getting started.