
The Way Will Find You
For the moments when you feel lost or overwhelmed. Stop striving, be still, and trust.
For the moments when you feel lost or overwhelmed. Stop striving, be still, and trust.
This is the poem that begins it all — the origin of the name I write under, Salt & Pen.
Healing doesn’t mean forgetting. It means choosing what to carry, and what to finally set down.
This is about the quiet power of putting words into the world so no one feels alone.
Some beauty wrecks you in the best way, breaking your heart just enough to keep it open.
This is a love note to the part of you that still dares to hope for something unexpectedly beautiful to unfold.
Leave space for wonder, for magic, and for something beautiful you never saw coming.
You were never too much. This post is for anyone learning to love themselves and to take up space.
Even beautiful days can leave us aching. Messy feelings still deserve space and love.
Not all hunger is physical. The soul longs for depth, presence, and real conversation.
Unprocessed emotions live in the body. True healing begins with safety, not time.
Letting go of emotional armor isn’t weakness. It’s the quiet work of becoming whole again.
A tender reflection on pain and slowly learning to see them as sources of light.
There is a quiet pull between safety and growth, and the process of blooming.
This is about the quiet power of putting words into the world so no one feels alone.
Some beauty wrecks you in the best way, breaking your heart just enough to keep it open.
This is a love note to the part of you that still dares to hope for something unexpectedly beautiful to unfold.
Leave space for wonder, for magic, and for something beautiful you never saw coming.
You were never too much. This post is for anyone learning to love themselves and to take up space.
Even beautiful days can leave us aching. Messy feelings still deserve space and love.
Not all hunger is physical. The soul longs for depth, presence, and real conversation.
Unprocessed emotions live in the body. True healing begins with safety, not time.
Letting go of emotional armor isn’t weakness. It’s the quiet work of becoming whole again.
A tender reflection on pain and slowly learning to see them as sources of light.
There is a quiet pull between safety and growth, and the process of blooming.