Here is something tender about a half-eaten apple left on the table. It feels like a moment paused, like life quietly admitting, “I was here, I mattered, and then I needed to breathe.” It carries no drama, only honesty. Something was started, something was important, and then something inside needed a pause. Somehow, even though it is so small, it still makes you feel like you abandoned something you were meant to finish. Sometimes rest feels exactly like that apple. You sit

If someone you love came to you and said, “I’m not okay. I don’t feel like myself lately. I’m tired in a way I can’t explain,” you wouldn’t tell them to snap out of it, you wouldn’t roll your eyes, you wouldn’t throw logic or timelines at their feelings; you’d soften almost instinctively, your voice would lower without you realising it, and your presence would turn into something warmer, slower, safer, because when it’s someone else, compassion feels natural and effortless. B

The voice inside your head, the one you live with every day and how a little awareness can change how you experience your life.