Ciny's Chronicles

23/04/2025

This is a Royal weeding.

15/04/2025

Let's make my pre- easter hair

14/04/2025

Confession from my dm and she needs your advice
"I don't know how much more I can take..."

I never thought I’d be the kind of person to bring my marriage problems to the internet. I always judged people who did that figured they just wanted attention or drama. But I get it now. Sometimes you just need to feel like someone, anyone, is listening.

So here it is. Raw. Unfiltered. And maybe a little ugly.

I’ve been married for seven years. We met young, fell fast, and built a life that looked picture-perfect on the outside. We had the wedding, the house, the kids everything people are supposed to want. And for a while, I was happy. Or maybe I just convinced myself I was.

But something’s changed. Or maybe it’s been changing slowly for years and I just didn’t want to see it.

He barely talks to me anymore. I don’t mean small talk or checking in on dinner I mean real conversations. The kind where you feel seen. I feel invisible in my own home. I could be crying on the couch or laughing at my phone and it wouldn’t make a difference. He’s there, physically… but emotionally? He checked out a long time ago.

We sleep in the same bed, but it might as well be two separate lives. He doesn’t touch me not even accidental brushes anymore. No more good morning kisses. No more “how was your day.” Sometimes I wonder if he even likes me, let alone loves me.

And yes, I’ve tried. God, I’ve tried. I’ve asked him what’s wrong. I’ve suggested counseling. I’ve cried in front of him, begged for connection. But he just shrugs. Or says he’s “tired.” Or worse acts like I’m the problem for being so emotional.

I’m exhausted. I feel like I’m slowly disappearing in a marriage that used to feel like home. And the worst part? I don’t even know if he wants to fix it. Or if he’s just waiting for me to be the one who walks away so he doesn’t have to be the bad guy.

We have a daughter. She’s six. She still sees us as this happy little family, and I’m trying to protect that illusion for her as long as I can. But I’m scared she’s going to grow up thinking this is what love looks like. Silence. Tension. Loneliness in a shared space.

I don't want to give up. But I don't want to spend the next ten years slowly dying inside either.

So I’m asking honestly from anyone who's been through something like this…
What do you do when love isn't enough anymore?
Do you stay and fight, even when you’re the only one swinging?
Or do you walk away before you lose yourself completely?

Please, don’t judge. I’m not perfect. I know I’ve made mistakes, too. But right now, I just need real advice. Because I don’t know how much more of this slow, quiet heartbreak I can take.

11/04/2025

Mira had always heard music in her dreams soft piano melodies, haunting violin solos, entire symphonies that vanished the moment she woke. One morning, she hummed a tune from her dream aloud, and her elderly neighbor froze. “That song it was my mother’s. She died before you were born,” he whispered. Mira brushed it off as coincidence, until more tunes came each with a story, a face, a past. She started writing them down, unknowingly recreating songs that hadn’t been heard in decades.

Word spread. Strangers began visiting her with faded photos and names of lost loved ones, asking if she had “their” music. And often, she did. It was as if she were tuning into an invisible radio station of forgotten souls. One night, she dreamt nothing but silence. When she awoke, the walls of her room were covered in handwritten notes—thousands of them. The music was gone, but the stories had stayed.

10/04/2025

The Last Page

In a small village, there lived an old bookbinder named Eli who claimed he could fix any book except one. On a dusty shelf in his workshop sat a sealed, leather-bound book with no title.

One curious day, a boy named Milo asked, “Why don’t you ever open that one?”

Eli smiled sadly. “Because every time someone reads the last page, they vanish.”

Milo, of course, didn’t believe him. That night, when Eli had gone to sleep, Milo tiptoed into the shop and opened the book.

He read page after page adventures, riddles, strange lands and then finally, the last page.

The next morning, Eli found the book back on the shelf, still sealed.

But on the first page, in fresh ink, a new story had started:

Milo woke up in a forest made of clocks, where time didn’t run it danced.

WAIT FOR PART TWO. PLEASE FOLLOW, LIKE AND SHARE FOR MORE INTERESTING CONTENTS 😉😘

27/03/2025

Life Lately: Growth, Gratitude, and Grace

Lately, I’ve been reflecting on how much life changes—sometimes in ways we expect, and other times in ways that completely surprise us. Growth isn’t always comfortable, but I’m learning to embrace the process. The lessons, the challenges, the small victories—they all shape us in ways we don’t always see in the moment.

I’m grateful for the people who support me, the experiences that teach me, and the grace that carries me through it all. If you’re in a season of change, keep going. Trust that every step forward, no matter how small, is still progress.

Here’s to evolving, learning, and becoming the best versions of ourselves.

25/03/2025

The Art of Running Late

No matter how early I wake up, time seems to operate differently when I’m getting ready. Five minutes to leave? Plenty of time—until I blink and suddenly, I’m in a full-blown sprint, one shoe on, coffee in hand, questioning all my life choices.

Why is it that the more I rush, the slower everything moves? Keys disappear, my shirt magically develops a stain, and my phone decides it no longer recognizes my face.

Maybe I should start getting ready an hour earlier. But let’s be honest—I’ll just spend that extra time scrolling and still be late. Some things never change.

10/03/2025

Tiny talks with Nina. please follow, like, share and comment. thank you

10/03/2025

Tiny talks with Nina. please do well to follow, comment, like and share for more of this

03/03/2025

My seven months old talking niece. Watch till the end

21/02/2025

21/02/2025