My Intentions of this Blog
It was never about impressing anyone. I just want this space to make you feel less alone, less like you’re the only one asking the hard questions.
"Hey Lyna,
I am curious to what you hope people take away from your blog? I love it btw !!!”
I hope my words make readers feel seen—in their joys, their struggles, their questions about love and life. I want this space to be a beautifully honest reflection that others might recognize and a haven, a place where you can sit with your feelings and know you’re not alone.
My greatest hope is that my writing sparks something in you—whether it’s comfort, clarity, or the courage to step more fully into your real life and who you are, who you want to be :)
Fear of what others might think
It was never for them, it has always been for you— for the ones who get it.
"Dear Lyna,
How do you write so honestly without fear of judgment or misunderstanding?"
Writing and being honest is just part of the deal. You’ll always get pushback, always have people who don’t agree. But that’s not the point. You write because you have something to say, not because you’re hoping everyone will clap for it.
Vulnerability isn’t about being liked—it’s about being real, even when it’s inconvenient. The judgment? That’s just noise. At the end of the day, your truth belongs to you, and if it resonates with someone else, that’s the win.
Friendship Break-ups
like everything else in life, not everything is bound to last forever… and maybe it shouldn’t.
"To the friend I think we all wish we had,
Do you think some friendships are meant to be seasonal and if so, how do you know when their season has passed?"
Yes, I do. I think that some friendships are seasonal, and that’s not necessarily a bad thing.
People come into our lives for reasons we may not understand at first—to teach us, challenge us, or simply share a moment in time. When the connection starts to feel forced or draining, or when your growth pulls you in different directions, it may be a sign that the season is ending.
Letting go with gratitude—instead of resentment—is a way to honor what that friendship gave you while making space and also trust, for new connections.
(p.s. I can say I’ve been a bad friend a time or two,—distant when I should have been present, lost in my own head when all they needed was a little bit of my time. Sometimes so caught up in my own shit that I couldn’t see beyond it to notice anyone else’s. And that was selfish.
But, I’ve had to learn that being there isn’t just about showing up; it’s about being there. A lesson learned, no less.)
Can I let my guard down?
If you’re scared of feeling something real, then no.
And I mean really real— the good, the bad, and all of the in between.
“Okay you know how you built walls to protect yourself? How do you begin to trust someone enough to let them in?"
Trust is a slow, deliberate process. It begins with small acts—letting someone see a piece of you, then watching how they handle it. Do they hold it with care? Do they listen, validate, and respect your boundaries? Over time, these moments accumulate, creating a foundation of safety. But remember, trust also requires courage on your part—the willingness to risk being seen.
Start small, and let their actions guide you. The right person will honor your vulnerability.
Closure? Is it real??
It is if you stop waiting for someone else to give it to you.
"Dear Lyna,
is closure a myth we tell ourselves to move on? Or is it something real and necessary? Also I love you and I love the words you give the people!"
Closure is a complicated thing. Sometimes it comes, and sometimes it doesn’t. I’ve learned is that closure isn’t always about the other person or the situation—it’s about you. It’s the decision to stop seeking answers you may never get, to stop waiting for an apology that may never come.
Closure is less about resolution and more about release. It’s a gift you give yourself when you decide to make peace with the unanswered questions.
Also also, I love you and all of your being
*kisses & so many hugs!
I want to be more than my Trauma
First, stop letting her run the damn show.
"Dear Lyna,
when the scars of childhood trauma shape who you are, how do you separate the wounds from them from your identity and how you see yourself?"
Your wounds are a part of you, but they are not all of you. Trauma may have shaped your perspective, your habits, even your fears, but it doesn’t define your worth or your capacity to heal.
Think of your wounds as roots in the soil of your identity—roots that ground you...give you depth, offer a foundation, but doesn't define the entirety of you.
Really the work lies in acknowledging your scars, and giving them compassion, then gently reimagining yourself beyond them.
(P.S you’re amazing and I love your soul <3)
Do I love you or Am I Scared to be Alone?
Love or loneliness? A total mind fuck.
"Hey Lyna girl,
How do you know the difference between the fear of being alone and having genuine love for a person?"
Fear of being alone often feels like desperation—a need to fill a void, to silence the ache of solitude.
Genuine love, on the other hand, feels expansive. It’s a choice you make freely, not out of fear but from a place of abundance.
When you love someone authentically, their presence enhances your life, but their absence doesn’t unravel your sense of self you know?
The key is to find peace within yourself first; from there, love becomes a celebration, not a crutch. It’s a game changer for sure.
Painful Love… Does it stay forever?
Love scars? Do they disappear? And do they need to?
"For the beautiful mind of Lyna,
Please tell me this: Is it possible to truly unlearn the way love hurt you in the past or does it always leave an imprint?"
The past never leaves us completely; it remains in the architecture of who we are, or so I think…But that doesn’t mean we’re destined to carry the weight of it forever.
Healing is less about unlearning and more about transforming—taking what once hurt you and reshaping it into wisdom, strength, and resilience. The imprint of it may remain, but over time, it becomes a part of your story rather than your burden :)
Genuine Love?
How do you know?
"Dear Lyna,
How do you know if you’re loving someone for who they are and not who you hope they will become?"
Loving someone means accepting the full spectrum of who they are—not just their light but also their shadows. It’s easy to fall for the potential of a person, the version of them we could only imagine them to be. But real love exists in the here and the now…in the daily practice of seeing them—as they are, flaws and all—and choosing them anyway.
Ask yourself: if nothing changed, if growth never came, could I still love this person fully?
If the answer is yes, that’s the foundation of something true.
leaving toxic relationships
Toxic relationships— what a trip, huh?
"What advice would you give to someone who feels overwhelmed by their toxic relationship and is struggling to Leave"
I hear you, and I want you to know that feeling overwhelmed is probably the most natural part of these kinds of situations. Physically leaving a toxic relationship most of the time seems like the easiest part, but it’s the emotional pull that draws you back—that’s the hard part to navigate. It’s never about just walking away and wiping your hands clean with it; it’s about resisting that urge to go back when the memories or emotions start to creep in.
The first moments of leaving a toxic relationship almost feels like you have been drowning for so long, and you finally let go and float to the surface— you feel free and can breathe again. But it’s after a week or two when shit gets hard and you feel like you can’t tread the water anymore.
Its in those moments when you go to sleep one night and realize that every aspect of your life has shifted, and its scary, the unknown is always scary…
but remember that time passing isn’t a magic fix or an apology for the hurt you’ve endured. Just because someone has been in your life for a while doesn’t mean they have the right to have access to you.
You deserve more than to be held hostage by someone else’s guilty patterns.
Take a moment to reflect on what you truly want for yourself. It’s a journey, and everyone moves at their own pace. Sometimes, just acknowledging the struggle can be a powerful first step. Surround yourself with those who lift you up, even if it’s just in small doses.
You deserve to step into a space where you feel safe, valued, and free. Trust that your path will unfold in its own time.
Loving a Addict
It’s more than okay to let go.
‘Your words hit me deep when you were opening up about your mother’s addiction. I feel like so many people can relate to your feelings. I guess my question is how did you find a way to balance your own emotions so well? While I’m reading your words for a second I feel like everything is going to be okay, but in reality I don’t think I will ever get over my parents being addicts. I have so much hatred and guilt.’
First, I want to say thank you from the bottom of my heart.. Truly, it means so much to me. Thank you for reading my work. <3
I used to carry the weight of believing that I was responsible for my mother’s addiction. She was a very young, single mother who was still just a kid herself— and I always thought that I took that from her. For a long time I thought that my love and support could fix everything. It was a heavy burden to carry, and it took me a long time to realize that I wasn’t her cure.
And letting go of that mindset was tough. It felt like I was mourning a person who was still alive, grieving the relationship that I wished for but couldn’t have. I was 21 when I finally understood that I can love her from a distance without losing myself in her struggles— I just turned 21 a few months ago.
I know you have heard it one billion times before, but you need to know that it’s okay to prioritize your own well-being. Healing doesn’t mean you forget; it just means finding peace with what it is.
And balancing my own emotions on top of that was another journey in itself— but I learned to let go of that sense of responsibility that I thought I had owed her addiction.
And I’m sure you know that the journey to healing is one crazy ass roller coaster to ride.
but I think that there is a certain strength in sharing our stories and acknowledging our pain. And I hope that one day you decide to get on that roller coaster a navigate every single stomach wrenching twist & turn that it throws at you. Once you're off, none of it seems all that scary anymore.
Self love
Self love is one needy bitch.
“I have never met you in real life before, but we have always followed each other on social media. After reading your blog I felt like I have known you my whole life. You have such a way with words. I was wondering if you could write about the struggles of body image issues and self love In the future. That is something I have always struggled with and I think hearing some advice from you would help me and so many others🩷”
Wow, thank you so much for your kind words <3 It means a lot to hear that my writing resonates with you and I’m glad that we have been internet mutuals for so long! I have always found it amazing— sometimes scary— the power that social media holds, especially in connecting people from far and wide.
Body image issues and self-love are topics close to my heart, and I am more than familiar with how challenging they can be— mentally and physically. I appreciate you bringing this up, keep an eye out for a future post on this :)
with all my love (and feels).