Believe!
My Brief Reflection on Spending the Past Few Months Reading Personal Essays, Struggles,Doubts, and Life Stories.
I spend time reading people’s posts and essays. Often, I read but do not comment; I ponder this. Here, all the influencers and builders of success tell me I must write a comment. Of course I do, when I think it’s right, when it feels genuine.
Other times, I think, What shall I say? You said everything in your compelling stories! So this is for you when I don’t comment on your essays or posts.
In many personal essays, there is so much pain, scars, love lost, betrayal, and abuse; stories of the past; recoveries; new hopes and adventures; someone who wants to build something, maybe a community; others look for a purpose. I am not a delicate woman; I can handle those sufferings. And of course, when I write my articles on healing, health psychology, and astrology, I look for solutions; I am solution-oriented. What is the point if I cannot give you something to reflect on, something that could be used? Here is the reason for this post: some pains and challenges you have to stay with until you decide this experience is over.
I can listen, offer you my presence, tell you about flower essences, write about astrology to help you understand timing, and give you hope. The choice of healing is yours, and the time is yours; Some pains and troubles are meant to be held in your hands and transmuted into your heart.
The cathartic power of writing for many, the alleviation from pain by validation, no judgment here, I have spent so much time with the human condition, I know very well my own imperfections and those of others.
And here it goes:
Believe in yourself. Find that within you, even when it feels like there is nothing left.
There is a profound spiritual lesson in believing that no therapies or remedies can replace.
With hope,
Barbara



This was gentle, wise, and deeply compassionate. I loved the honesty of admitting that silence is not always indifference—sometimes it is reverence, reflection, or simply having nothing to add because the writing already said enough. “Some pains and troubles are meant to be held in your hands and transmuted into your heart” was especially beautiful. You balanced empathy with responsibility so well: support can be offered, but healing still belongs to the person living it. A tender reminder that presence itself can be meaningful, even without words. 🤍
I love this.