Notes For The Lost & Found

You will find personal stories, mental health insights, and quiet reminders that you are not walking through it alone.

Blogs With Real Talk & Raw Truth

Why Silence Feels So Loud While Living With Hidden Grief

Grief does not always scream. Sometimes, it sits beside you quietly. Let’s explore the weight of unspoken pain and how to carry it with grace...

The Loneliest Room In The House – Let’s Understand Depression Behind Closed Doors

A raw and personal perspective on what it means to live with depression and how words can become a way out when everything else feels...

Healing Is Not A Straight Line, And That Is Okay!

What if you stopped chasing “better” and started accepting the mess of healing? This blog explores the ups and downs of becoming whole again. Lorem...

Poetry As Therapy And How Heartfelt Words Can Save A Life

Not all therapy looks like a couch and a notebook. Sometimes, it is a pen, a dark room, and a single line that makes you...

The Fantasy of Love

It’s windy. The cool breeze of the ocean. It gives, a sense of beauty, in motion. All is flowing, rushing and tide-And I sit in...

Nightfall’s Prophet

It’s windy. The cool breeze of the ocean. It gives, a sense of beauty, in motion. All is flowing, rushing and tide-And I sit in...

Listless

It’s windy. The cool breeze of the ocean. It gives, a sense of beauty, in motion. All is flowing, rushing and tide-And I sit in...

Trials of conviction

It’s windy. The cool breeze of the ocean. It gives, a sense of beauty, in motion. All is flowing, rushing and tide-And I sit in...

It’s Been A While

It’s windy. The cool breeze of the ocean. It gives, a sense of beauty, in motion. All is flowing, rushing and tide-And I sit in...

Confession Time

It’s windy. The cool breeze of the ocean. It gives, a sense of beauty, in motion. All is flowing, rushing and tide-And I sit in...

All The things

It’s windy. The cool breeze of the ocean. It gives, a sense of beauty, in motion. All is flowing, rushing and tide-And I sit in...

From the Trenches

It’s windy. The cool breeze of the ocean. It gives, a sense of beauty, in motion. All is flowing, rushing and tide-And I sit in...