From My Heart to Yours

Today is International Women’s Day, and I’m writing this from Hanoi. For many years I dreamed about doing a solo trip like this. But life had other priorities. Motherhood. Building a home. Building a career. Then building a business. Each time the idea of travelling alone appeared, it quietly moved down the list. Twenty-five years later, I finally said yes. Today was a beautiful, slow day here in Hanoi. A morning walk through the streets. A strong Vietnamese coffee and a simp

Published 06/11/25 9.10 am You finally get a break. The house is quiet. The list is done. You should be able to relax… but your mind won’t stop. You sit down — and suddenly, you remember ten things you forgot. You scroll. You overthink. You tidy. You plan. And before you know it, your “me time” is gone. Sound familiar? If you’ve ever said, “I don’t even know how to relax anymore,” — you’re not alone. It’s not that you don’t want rest. It’s that your body doesn’t know what saf

What happens when a woman’s love is measured by how much she can give? Not just emotionally — but financially. Not just with care — but with her capacity to provide. This is the quiet story of so many daughters, sisters, partners, and mothers… Women who learned early on that love isn’t something you receive for just being who you are — It’s something you have to earn. Through doing. Through rescuing. Through giving more than you have. Somewhere along the way, money became

I didn’t leave in a storm. I didn’t scream, rage, or run. I just stopped pretending. Pretending that I was fine. Pretending that doing what was expected was enough. Pretending that I was fulfilled — when deep down, I was quietly fading. There was no big breakdown. Just a slow, silent truth I could no longer ignore: This life… doesn’t feel like mine anymore. This blog is written for the woman who’s been holding it all together — doing everything “right” being the strong o

I grew up caring what others thought — how we dressed, what we said, how we smiled. Over time, I stopped hearing my own voice. I didn’t know what made me happy anymore. In this post, I share how that fear of judgment led me to lose parts of myself… and what it really means to self-abandon — when you put everyone else’s comfort before your own needs. It’s a story about waking up, and remembering who I really am. Read the full post. You might see yourself in it. Rosheka