Hello Relationships

I used to think I was in love — but really, I was trying to heal him. This is an essay for anyone who’s ever mistaken emotional labour for intimacy, or thought being chosen meant saving someone from themselves. It wasn’t love. It was survival mode. And I’m done bleeding for closeness.

Ghosting hurts — and then, sometimes, it heals you. In the absence of late-night spirals and unread messages, your skin begins to recover. This piece explores the unexpected connection between emotional relief and radiant skin, revealing what happens when we stop waiting to be chosen and start choosing peace. Was it closure? Or maybe just hydration.