I think words cannot express the Beauty of this peice, maybe it needs to be framed somewhere and put up for me to read everyday. Thank you again for being here and writing such amazing words, words that touch your soul that make us feel there's still hope and all hope is not lost. In a world where everything is polished and picture perfect it takes more than just confidence to show the world that we were imperfect and we healed on our way here. Maybe this is my sign as well whatever the past is, there is still hope no matter what. May God protect this positivity and this ability to write words which heal, I hope you make more people seen Mo,
I don’t even know how to respond in a way that does justice to the kindness and depth of what you’ve said. Just—thank you. For reading, for feeling, for carrying these words with you. If this is your sign, then I hope it lights up your path the way your words just lit up mine. There is always hope, and I’m so grateful we get to remind each other of that.
I don't know how I missed this one, this one is so beautiful. You are so courageous in sharing such an emotional story with so much grace, love you always :)
Thanks for writing this. This is so me! I'm glad that you have a wonderful stepmother. Thanking God for beautiful souls like you and your mom in this world. Your sister is an amazing dancer too. She exudes such a happy energy when she dances, that catches on me, when I watch her on Instagram. God bless you all abundantly!
In French, I would say "poignant." It resonated with many corners of my heart, for I have felt the same. Just a few minutes ago, I even experienced a reluctant time travel to an older version of myself when I received the welcoming message from Mohika to read this piece. Life is no mistake!
You delivered such a profound reflection on what love is not, and what it can be, while also fueling us with the humility to acknowledge the love we fail to see for what it truly is. Your stepmother saw a writer in you, and today, you are one! Love foresees.
So beautifully put together. We are strangers and yet I feel the pain and the liberation through this writing just as I feel it is my own. Thank you for putting this out there.
What a comeback, Mohika... You are an inspiration to many who need to value life and its beauty without waiting for the utopian conditions. The imperfections are absolutely perfect and like your mother, we all get a medium, sooner or later, who make us understand and adulate this precious life. God bless you!
Speaking for myself, I cut myself off from the world. I felt like I was surrounded by insane people with fake smiles and demonic eyes. I preferred being alone to being with demented people.
Hi Sean. Thank you for sharing this in this space. Feeling vulnerable and open to talk about your past ❤️🩹 I hope you are in a better headspace and with better people today :)
"So I ran. I ran from love, from connection, from anything that made me feel exposed. And I'm so sorry. Deeply, genuinely sorry for the people I lost because of it."
"Love doesn't ask for perfection. It doesn't demand anything other than your presence. It doesn't care if you're broken or scared. It just waits. Happily."
This writing isn't art.
It's a piece of gold. A piece of wisdom. A piece stored in my brain.
Love has always terrified me n will always that’s why these invisible walls I have built upon protected me so far now . I hope I would take that leap of faith someday . Acknowledging your mistakes is step forward 🫶🙌👏… much appreciation
Great piece, Mo. It takes a lot of growth to be able to realise and admit your shortcomings. Kudos to you for growing and not letting your past define you.
I love your stories! There's a lot I could say about my life. It's kinda like yours! My family didn't show love, no hugs, no kisses, no snuggles! So, I really didn't know what love was all about until I met my ex and his family. I was almost 21, he was only 16 (1971) when we met! And 6 months later, after he turned 17, we were married but after ups and downs and being apart for months at a time (he was in the Army) I filed for divorce in 1973 but went back to him and I got pregnant and we finally broke up one month before our son was born in 1975! We saw one another for a while until he remarried and moved out of state. I have heard he has since passed away and so has his mother and step dad!
Connie, thank you so much for your beautiful message! 💖 It’s incredible how our experiences shape our understanding of love, and I appreciate you opening up about your story. It sounds like you’ve had quite the journey, filled with love, challenges, and growth. I’m so glad you found connection along the way, even if it was difficult. Your life is inspiring! Sending you lots of love and hugs as you reflect on it all 🤗✨
Patrick, I love how you put this—good things can be free, but sometimes it takes unlearning to understand it. Thank you for connecting with this piece and for sharing such a beautiful reminder🌼 soooo grateful to have you here!
Beautiful..
Thank you, Arzoo!
I think words cannot express the Beauty of this peice, maybe it needs to be framed somewhere and put up for me to read everyday. Thank you again for being here and writing such amazing words, words that touch your soul that make us feel there's still hope and all hope is not lost. In a world where everything is polished and picture perfect it takes more than just confidence to show the world that we were imperfect and we healed on our way here. Maybe this is my sign as well whatever the past is, there is still hope no matter what. May God protect this positivity and this ability to write words which heal, I hope you make more people seen Mo,
With love and gratitude,
Aryan✨
I don’t even know how to respond in a way that does justice to the kindness and depth of what you’ve said. Just—thank you. For reading, for feeling, for carrying these words with you. If this is your sign, then I hope it lights up your path the way your words just lit up mine. There is always hope, and I’m so grateful we get to remind each other of that.
With all my heart,
Mo ✨
I don't know how I missed this one, this one is so beautiful. You are so courageous in sharing such an emotional story with so much grace, love you always :)
So happy to see you here 💓 💓 💓
You left this reader slack jawed, wanting more! Gonna keep reading to learn the story. It seems a bit scary in your head, but worth getting a glimpse!
Mohika, your words are precious and meaningful, touching the heart with such beautiful expression.
hi neha! thank you for saying that :))
Thanks for writing this. This is so me! I'm glad that you have a wonderful stepmother. Thanking God for beautiful souls like you and your mom in this world. Your sister is an amazing dancer too. She exudes such a happy energy when she dances, that catches on me, when I watch her on Instagram. God bless you all abundantly!
Appreciate your vibrant presence here ❤️❤️❤️
In French, I would say "poignant." It resonated with many corners of my heart, for I have felt the same. Just a few minutes ago, I even experienced a reluctant time travel to an older version of myself when I received the welcoming message from Mohika to read this piece. Life is no mistake!
You delivered such a profound reflection on what love is not, and what it can be, while also fueling us with the humility to acknowledge the love we fail to see for what it truly is. Your stepmother saw a writer in you, and today, you are one! Love foresees.
I feel blessed you are here. Thank you, Keva!
You are welcome Mohika!
So beautifully put together. We are strangers and yet I feel the pain and the liberation through this writing just as I feel it is my own. Thank you for putting this out there.
I’m so happy you made time to read! Thank you for such a lovely comment, Dipti!
What a comeback, Mohika... You are an inspiration to many who need to value life and its beauty without waiting for the utopian conditions. The imperfections are absolutely perfect and like your mother, we all get a medium, sooner or later, who make us understand and adulate this precious life. God bless you!
Thank you so much, Vineet! Your words truly uplift me! 😊 Sending lots of good vibes your way! 🙏💖
I should be thanking you profusely as all the posts I read so far have brightened my day. 🥳🌟
This is excellent.
Speaking for myself, I cut myself off from the world. I felt like I was surrounded by insane people with fake smiles and demonic eyes. I preferred being alone to being with demented people.
Hi Sean. Thank you for sharing this in this space. Feeling vulnerable and open to talk about your past ❤️🩹 I hope you are in a better headspace and with better people today :)
"So I ran. I ran from love, from connection, from anything that made me feel exposed. And I'm so sorry. Deeply, genuinely sorry for the people I lost because of it."
"Love doesn't ask for perfection. It doesn't demand anything other than your presence. It doesn't care if you're broken or scared. It just waits. Happily."
This writing isn't art.
It's a piece of gold. A piece of wisdom. A piece stored in my brain.
Thank you for sharing it Mo
Oh Arno! I'm so grateful for you 😊
It’s so resonating.
Love has always terrified me n will always that’s why these invisible walls I have built upon protected me so far now . I hope I would take that leap of faith someday . Acknowledging your mistakes is step forward 🫶🙌👏… much appreciation
This is such a great read Mo.
Love that you love it, Tinashe!
Great piece, Mo. It takes a lot of growth to be able to realise and admit your shortcomings. Kudos to you for growing and not letting your past define you.
I love your stories! There's a lot I could say about my life. It's kinda like yours! My family didn't show love, no hugs, no kisses, no snuggles! So, I really didn't know what love was all about until I met my ex and his family. I was almost 21, he was only 16 (1971) when we met! And 6 months later, after he turned 17, we were married but after ups and downs and being apart for months at a time (he was in the Army) I filed for divorce in 1973 but went back to him and I got pregnant and we finally broke up one month before our son was born in 1975! We saw one another for a while until he remarried and moved out of state. I have heard he has since passed away and so has his mother and step dad!
Connie, thank you so much for your beautiful message! 💖 It’s incredible how our experiences shape our understanding of love, and I appreciate you opening up about your story. It sounds like you’ve had quite the journey, filled with love, challenges, and growth. I’m so glad you found connection along the way, even if it was difficult. Your life is inspiring! Sending you lots of love and hugs as you reflect on it all 🤗✨
When we are not used to some things, we run away from them, because we don't believe they can be for us or free. But good things can be free.
Wonderful essay on learning love and embracing the attitude and possibilities of love. Thanks, Mohika.
Patrick, I love how you put this—good things can be free, but sometimes it takes unlearning to understand it. Thank you for connecting with this piece and for sharing such a beautiful reminder🌼 soooo grateful to have you here!