Mental Health Stories

🌺A Wildflower Expressions Blog Healing has become something people feel strangely entitled to evaluate. As if there’s a correct pace. A socially acceptable presentation. A quiet, humble version that doesn’t take up space or shimmer too loudly. But healing was never meant to be performed for approval. It’s an internal process — and it belongs solely to the person doing the work. I read a post recently that offended me, and for a moment I couldn’t understand why. Instead of re

A Wildflower Expressions Blog 🌺 On December 21st, I step into my thirty third year of life, and before I move forward, I need to pause. Not because I am tired, although yes, but because the woman I am now deserves to look back and say we made it. From 2021 to now, life did not just test me. It tried to dismantle me. Three mental breaks. Three moments where everything inside me said I cannot do this anymore. And yet, I did. I rebuilt from scratch more times than I can count.

A Wildflower Expressions Blog There’s a quiet rhythm to the world, an unseen current that runs through all of us. Energy. Not the kind you can measure or calculate, but the kind you feel move through your chest, your mind, and your spirit. It flows through your thoughts. It settles into your breath. It shapes how you show up in your day. Just like water, energy moves best when it’s allowed to flow. 🌾 When Energy Gets Stuck Sometimes we get so caught up in doing everything “r

A Wildflower Expressions Reflection on Growth, Boundaries & Sacred Love There comes a moment on every woman’s journey - that quiet, trembling moment - when your heart whispers a truth you’ve been trying to ignore: “I can’t keep watering a garden that refuses to grow with me.” It’s not anger. It’s not bitterness. It’s not revenge or resentment. It’s release. It’s growth. It’s the soft, sacred knowing that your spirit has outgrown the space you’ve been squeezing yourself into.

I forgive you for chasing approval from people who never learned how to love you without conditions. For staying too long where your light was dimmed. For all the “should have known better” moments that still echo when you close your eyes. You did the best you could with what you knew at the time.

I’ve stopped trying to erase my memories; now, I water them with gratitude. Because every heartbreak, every misstep, every wilted season tau

When I reached a crossroads — tired of the noise in my head, ready to stop pretending everything was fine —I turned back to something familiar: writing. Blogging became my map when I had no sense of direction.