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What boundary are you learning to set?Not the easy ones.Not the ones you set with people who already respect you.The har...
15/07/2025

What boundary are you learning to set?

Not the easy ones.
Not the ones you set with people who already respect you.
The hard ones.
The ones that shake your voice when you say them out loud.

Like not picking up every 2AM call just because someone’s lonely.
Like not shrinking so others can feel bigger.
Like saying “no” without explaining yourself into exhaustion.
Like walking away — even when you love them.

Boundaries aren't walls.
They're doors you finally learned how to close.
Not because you’re heartless.
But because you’re done bleeding for people who never bring bandages.

Sometimes the hardest boundary is with yourself.
Choosing rest over guilt.
Letting go of people you swore you’d wait for.
Admitting that healing means outgrowing what once felt like home.

So — what boundary are you learning to set right now?
And what part of you is finally breathing because of it?

Have you felt what it means to be truly loved?Not admired.Not desired.Not needed because you’re useful.But loved —In you...
14/07/2025

Have you felt what it means to be truly loved?

Not admired.
Not desired.
Not needed because you’re useful.

But loved —
In your silence.
In your overthinking.
In your worst, messiest, most unlovable moments.

Love that doesn’t shrink when you fall apart.
Love that doesn’t flinch when your trauma shows.
Love that sees the shadows and still says, “stay.”

Some people have never felt that kind of love.
They’ve only known love that comes with terms and contracts.
Love that punishes honesty.
Love that withdraws the moment you're no longer easy to hold.

So what does love mean to you?

Is it safety?
Softness?
Sacrifice?
Is it showing up when no one else does?
Or is it something you’ve been chasing so long, you’re not even sure it’s real anymore?

Maybe love is a place.
Maybe it’s a person.
Maybe it’s a version of you that you’re still learning to believe in.

But if you’ve felt it — even once —
You know.
It’s not loud.
It’s not perfect.
It’s presence.

What’s your therapy for depression?Not the pretty answers.Not the “just go outside” advice.Not the quotes about sunshine...
10/07/2025

What’s your therapy for depression?

Not the pretty answers.
Not the “just go outside” advice.
Not the quotes about sunshine and perspective.
The real stuff. The raw, ugly, sacred stuff.
The thing that keeps you breathing when it hurts to exist.

Maybe it’s music at 3 AM — the kind that understands you better than people do.
Maybe it’s silence. Blank walls. No expectations.
Maybe it’s crying into a hoodie that smells like home.
Maybe it’s canceling everything and still feeling guilty for it.

Maybe it’s prayer.
Or poetry.
Or blasting sad songs and pretending they aren’t about you.
Maybe it’s laying in bed with your hand on your chest, just to prove you’re still here.

Depression doesn’t always look like tears.
Sometimes it’s forgetting how to text back.
Sometimes it’s showering after five days and feeling like that’s a damn victory.
Sometimes it’s being around people and still feeling like a ghost.

Therapy isn’t one-size-fits-all.
Sometimes it’s professional.
Sometimes it’s spiritual.
Sometimes it’s just surviving until the next morning.

So what’s your therapy?
What’s the thing that holds you when nothing else can?
What’s the quiet ritual that brings you back to yourself — even just a little?

Some experiences don’t leave.They don’t fade with time.They live under your skin, changing the way you walk, the way you...
06/07/2025

Some experiences don’t leave.
They don’t fade with time.
They live under your skin, changing the way you walk, the way you trust, the way you breathe when no one’s looking.

Some moments hit so hard, the person you were before never comes back.
A heartbreak.
A betrayal.
A loss.
A moment when your voice got swallowed by silence and you had to learn how to speak again — but differently.

That one experience.
The one that shaped you.
It didn’t ask permission. It didn’t knock. It just came — and stayed.
It taught you things no one could’ve prepared you for.
It forced you to grow in places you didn’t know were still tender.

Maybe it made you colder.
Or stronger.
Or softer, but quieter.
Maybe it was the moment you realized no one was coming to save you — and you became your own rescue.

What experience shaped you into who you are right now?
What memory still echoes in your choices?
And who did you have to become… just to survive it?

Let's hear your thoughts
05/07/2025

Let's hear your thoughts

Some loves don’t break your heart — they shatter your reflection.They make you question your worth, your instincts, your...
04/07/2025

Some loves don’t break your heart — they shatter your reflection.
They make you question your worth, your instincts, your ability to trust the good in people.
And yet… you loved anyway. Fully. Fiercely. Blindly.

Being hurt by a love you cherished feels like betrayal wearing your favorite scent.
It’s the echo of promises that tasted like forever but faded like smoke.
It’s grieving a person who’s still alive… just not the version you once held.

That kind of pain doesn’t just wound — it rewires.
It teaches that love is not always safe.
That sometimes, the hands you longed for are the ones that leave you bleeding.
That loyalty doesn't guarantee care.
That being chosen once doesn’t mean you’ll be chosen always.

And yet — you survived.
Maybe quieter. Maybe colder.
But wiser.
And still capable of love.

Have you ever been hurt by a love you cherished?
What did it take from you?
And what strength did you find in the wreckage?

💔 Comment with a word that describes the love that left.
✍️ Write the goodbye you never got to give.
🔁 Share if you've ever had to heal from a love that almost destroyed you.

30 Days.30 Questions.30 Chances to heal.
03/07/2025

30 Days.
30 Questions.
30 Chances to heal.

When love feels absent from the outside, the inside becomes sacred ground.No one claps. No one notices. But that’s where...
03/07/2025

When love feels absent from the outside, the inside becomes sacred ground.
No one claps. No one notices. But that’s where self-love begins — not loud, not perfect… just yours.

It’s pulling yourself out of bed even when the world forgets you exist.
It’s cooking a meal for one and calling it enough.
It’s whispering “you’re doing okay” when no one else says it.
It’s refusing to abandon yourself — even when you feel completely alone.

Self-love doesn’t always look like bubble baths and affirmations.
Sometimes, it’s deleting the message you wish someone sent you.
Sometimes, it’s setting a boundary that leaves you lonelier but lighter.
Sometimes, it’s crying without shame.
Sometimes, it’s surviving — again.

How do you hold yourself when no one else reaches out?
What does your love look like when it’s only coming from you?

💌 Drop a word that feels like self-love today.
📓 Journal what you wish someone else would say to you — then say it to yourself.
💞 Tag someone who reminds you that love can start within.

30 Days.30 Questions.30 Chances to heal.Let's go
02/07/2025

30 Days.
30 Questions.
30 Chances to heal.

Let's go

Sometimes, healing whispers one word: release.Letting go isn’t weakness — it’s wild strength.It’s choosing your sanity o...
02/07/2025

Sometimes, healing whispers one word: release.

Letting go isn’t weakness — it’s wild strength.
It’s choosing your sanity over their potential.
It’s walking away from a version of love that asked you to shrink.
It’s realizing that not everything that feels familiar is meant to stay.

Some people are chapters, not lifetimes.
Some dreams expire, no matter how tightly they’re held.
And some versions of you… had to be buried for the real one to rise.

Letting go hurts.
But staying hurt? That’s a slow, silent death.

So maybe peace isn’t found.
Maybe it’s created — in the space left behind when something heavy is finally put down.

What did you let go of to breathe again?
Who did you release so your hands could be free to hold yourself?

💬 Share your story in one sentence.
🕊️ Tag someone who chose peace and never looked back.
🖊️ Write about the thing that nearly broke you… and the freedom that followed.

You don’t realize how much you’ve changed… until silence falls, and you finally hear your own breath — not gasping, not ...
01/07/2025

You don’t realize how much you’ve changed… until silence falls, and you finally hear your own breath — not gasping, not breaking, just breathing. That’s survival. And damn, it changes everything.

Let’s be honest — surviving isn’t glamorous. It’s not motivational quote material. It's messy. It's crying at 2 AM and still showing up at 7. It's swallowing pain so deep, even your laughter echoes with it.

And still… here we are.

Survival rewires the soul.
It teaches that healing isn’t linear, and strength isn’t always loud.
It turns breakdowns into boundaries, wounds into warnings, silence into sacred ground.

Over six months, the heart may not have fully healed — but it’s beating differently now.
More aware. More protective. More honest.

And that’s not weakness. That’s wisdom.

What did survival teach that comfort never could?
How has the version of self that made it here… evolved?

💙 Drop a heart if you’ve been surviving silently.
✍️ Write your thoughts in the comments or your notes.
📲 Tag someone who’s still here, still standing — even if quietly.

Let this be the month that silence speaks.

Who is mlsamuel_?You probably haven’t heard this name before or you’ve already. mlsamuel_ is the brand and pen name for ...
28/09/2024

Who is mlsamuel_?

You probably haven’t heard this name before or you’ve already. mlsamuel_ is the brand and pen name for Monday Leeleebari Samuel.
I am creative writer, I post poetry related contents alongside other humorous contents.

I am a Spokenword poet, an unconventional writer, avid reader and the brand Influencer for “smiles”

My primarily mission here is to make you smile, deliver good contents and go offline.
“mlsamuel_” is the name on all other social media platforms except Facebook.
I write good lyrics and stories, even make rap music sometimes.
Ever heard of a notorious Poet? Yes, that’s me.
I do not infact promote peace in anyway, so you can start using the unfriend button if you’re not okay with my contents.
Don’t know what I was feeling like in this picture, but this is me..

Looking towards a good time here, don’t forget to SMILE today.

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