Soul Pen Writing – Words That Heal Broken Hearts

  Dear  me, You tried a lot . You really did it. Even when you had no energy left, and when nobody noticed.  You did Even when you didn’t understand your own pain . I know you stayed in peoples too long. And you trusted too quickly. On those, you understood your owns. You Apologized when your were not in fault. But still… You kept believing that people would see your heart.your beautiful and brave heart. But today, I am letting you go. Neither with anger nor with shame. But with love, a lots of love. Because you helped in my survival. But I am not only surviving. I’m living, living a happy life. So, I hold your hands one last time and whisper: “Thank you , thank you so much for getting me here.” The new me? He is softer. He is Stronger. And he doesn’t carry the weight that wasn’t his. Goodbye, old me. You can rest now.

How many times have you tried to explain your heart?  Someone, who had already decided not to understand you? Always you explain. Always you clarify. And always you try again. But still — silence, misunderstanding, or judgment. Every time when you try to solve the misunderstandings, you get tensed.   But now, not again. Leave the things you are doing, you deserve peace. An endless mental peace not endless explanation. You don’t need to defend every decision, every boundary and every feeling. The people who really care’s you, they don’t need proof - they feel your truth. The ones who don’t? They will keep demanding receipts for your emotions. And you can’t satisfy them as always.   Just leave the need to prove, no need to be perfect for everyone. You don’t need to validate your worth or your growth in public. If you really need anything, that’s the peace.   Walk away from conversations that drain your spirit and destroy your peace. You are not here to convince - you a...

Letting go doesn’t mean you’re weak.  It doesn’t mean you’ve stopped loving, or that you’ve given up too soon. It just means you’ve realized something deeper— That holding on any tighter might only hurt you both. Letting go can be love in its most unselfish form. It’s saying: I want the best for you, even if that best doesn’t include me. It’s saying: I want peace for myself, even if it means walking away from a dream I once held close. Sometimes we don’t get the closure we crave. Sometimes no explanation ever comes. And that silence? That space? It becomes your answer. Some people aren’t meant to stay. They’re meant to teach you something— about love, about loss, about who you are when the pieces fall apart. So if today’s the day you’re letting someone go, do it gently. Do it with love, not bitterness. With gratitude, not resentment.

  “I just need to feel motivated.” That thought used to keep me stuck for years. I kept waiting for inspiration like it was some magical lightning bolt. I’d scroll through reels, watch all those pump-up videos, read endless quotes... But still—nothing really changed. Then one day, I set a timer for just 10 minutes. I whispered to myself, “Just start. Don’t try to be perfect. Just... begin.” Those 10 minutes quietly became 40. And my friend, that is called momentum . Motivation doesn’t come first. It arrives when you show up. Enough waiting. Enough scrolling. Start tiny. Start now. Let’s move forward-together. Have you ever waited on motivation too? Tell me how you took that first step--I would love to hear your story.

 I never knew silence could be so loud until the day they left. It was not just about losing someone; it was about losing the version of me I had built around them. I spent weeks trying to “stay strong,” but strength doesn’t always look like stoicism. Sometimes, strength is sobbing into a pillow and letting the grief move through you like a thunderstorm. What helped me was not pretending to be okay. It was writing . Writing saved me. I poured my confusion, love, and rage into words until they made sense. In every heartbreak, there’s a message. Maybe not right away, but it's there. Mine was: You are still whole, even with a broken heart. 💬 If you are grieving, let yourself unravel. Because in the unraveling, your true self finds the space to breathe. Have you found healing through heartbreak? Share your story in the comments--let’s remind each other we’re not alone.

 I used to avoid mirrors. I'd catch my reflection and instinctively criticize something-my skin, my stomach, my smile. But something changed when I started whispering affirmations instead of insults. The mirror didn’t change--I did. I began with simple phrases: “You are healing.” “You are enough.” “You are beautiful in progress.” On days I couldn’t believe them, I said them anyway. Over time, those words soaked in deeper than any moisturizer or makeup ever could. Self-love is not self-obsession. It’s choosing to meet your own eyes and say, “I deserve kindness.” 🌱 Try this today: Stand in front of the mirror and say your name out loud. Then say, I am proud of how far you’ve come. It might feel silly. It might feel fake. Do it anyway. Love has to start somewhere.