LIVIA'S BOOKLET

  My heart yearns to be carried better, to be lifted by the gentle breeze of time, rather than being weighed down by the anchors of memories. But how do I forget everything so easily and never want to go down the memories ever again? The memories that once brought me so much joy, so much life, and now feel like a burden, a weight that I carry with me every step of the way. I think of all the passion, the fire, and the love that once burned brightly within me. I think of the way my heart used to swell with emotion, the way my soul used to sing with joy. But now, those same memories feel like a reminder of what's lost, of what's gone, of what could never be again. I have broken my own heart, piece by piece, because I know that there are some things that need to leave, some goodbyes that need to happen. It's a painful process, one that I've cringed at every step of the way. But I know it's necessary, like pruning a garden to make way for new growth. I want to k...

  Stop being the one who carries everyone's expectations, the weight of which threatens to suffocate your true self. Stop editing your personality to fit someone else's idea of love, and instead, let your authentic self-shine. Refuse to measure your worth by society's ruler, which often prioritizes conformity over individuality. Learn to respect your boundaries, treating them like sacred lines that protect your heart and soul. Don't let your goals and dreams remain distant stars; bring them closer, and make them a guiding force in your life. Stop burning yourself to ashes just to keep everyone else warm. Your own flame is worth nurturing, and your light is needed in the world. Let go of the need for validation from others and instead, find validation within yourself. Stop collecting fake smiles like souvenirs, and let your true emotions shine through. Your soul screams for authenticity, and it's time to listen. Let go of the weight that's holding you b...

  Sometimes, we find ourselves stuck in a cycle, reliving the same situations, the same struggles, the same heartaches, over and over again. It's as if we're trapped in a never-ending loop, unable to break free. But then, something shifts. We reach a tipping point, a moment of clarity, where we realize that it's time to do things differently. We begin to let go, to release the weight of our burdens, to surrender the need for control. But at times, letting go doesn't happen with a grand gesture or a dramatic revelation. It happens quietly, so quietly that you might not even notice its happening. You might look back and wonder when it even started, when the weight began to lift, when the burden became bearable. It's a subtle shift, a gentle release, a soft whisper in the darkness. Letting go isn't victory; it's surrender. It's realizing that holding on has only ever been a slow form of breaking. We've been clinging to something, someone, or some id...

I've been labelled strong, a title that carries both weight and misconception. I've survived things that felt like they were meant to kill me, to break me, to erase me from existence. The memory of it is exhausting, a heavy burden that I've carried for far too long. It's like a perpetual fog that clings to my skin, making my eyes heavy with the weight of it all. The world around me seems to be in constant motion, pushing me over, pulling me down, gripping my ankles like an unforgiving vice, never letting me take one step forward. And if this is what you call strong, I don’t want it. I don’t want to be defined by my ability to withstand pain, to endure suffering, to survive against all odds. Because most nights, I fear that my ribs will break from being crushed beneath the weight of it all. I fear that the cracks will spread, that the fractures will deepen, and that I'll shatter into a million pieces, never to be whole again. But here's the truth: I am not strong...

  Everybody looks okay until you have a deep conversation with them. You get to realize that a lot of people are sad and struggling to make it – surviving through fake smiling faces, pretty pictures, loud music, and bottles of alcohol. Behind the façade, there's often a soul yearning for connection, understanding, and peace. You wear a smile, but it’s the kind of smile that doesn’t quite reach your eyes – the kind that hides the weight of sorrow you’re carrying. It's a mask that shields you from judgment, from being seen as vulnerable, or from being a burden to others. But beneath the surface, you're fighting silent battles, navigating overwhelming moments, and struggling to find your footing. A part of you wishes to do more, to reach out and offer a helping hand, to be the safe haven for someone who's struggling. But it's tough, because as much as you want to do something about it, there’s this feeling of helplessness that sits with you. You can't take away...