Alissyah Jayde

27/11/2025

my lastest obsession is cozy christmas pjs 🫶🏽

26/11/2025

25/11/2025

thriving instead of surviving 🦢🫶🏽

25/11/2025

There was a moment when everything shifted for me—when I found a hidden camera in the apartment I shared with someone who claimed to love me. It didn’t stop there. He tore apart our home looking for my journal, desperate to find something that never existed. I kept showing him who I was through my actions, through my loyalty, through my honesty… yet he chose suspicion over trust every single time. That’s when I learned the difference between a boy and a man: one needs control to feel secure, the other builds security through love and respect.

The day I was violently sick—puking, crying, barely able to stand—he went through my phone and tormented me while I lay in the bathtub. That moment broke something in me, but it also woke something up. Real love does not spy, search, accuse, or humiliate. Real love does not take advantage of someone when they’re vulnerable. Looking back, I’m proud of the woman who survived that, and even prouder of the woman I’m becoming now. I deserved better then, and I choose better now.

19/11/2025

I’ve been hurting in ways I didn’t expect. My appetite is gone, my energy is low, and getting out of bed feels heavier than it should. I miss a version of love I thought would last, and there are moments where it feels like I’ll never feel anything that deep again. I know I’m not okay right now though i feel i have to tell everyone i am— but I’m trying to honor this season instead of pretending. Healing isn’t pretty, but I’m learning to show up for myself even when my heart feels like it’s breaking all over again.

17/11/2025

Stepping into a new week covered in blessings. Keeping God at the center of every intention, every plan, every dream. Whatever is meant for me will meet me right where I’m walking. 🫂

16/11/2025

Day 4
but the truth is… I’ve been walking this road a lot longer than four days. He left me alone long before the breakup ever happened. Maybe he decided the moment he boarded that plane that he wasn’t going to fight for me. Maybe his dad’s posts convinced him I was the villain. Maybe he never looked back at all. I won’t ever really know — all I got was a nine-minute FaceTime where he couldn’t even show his face. And somehow, my mind is already starting to blur out that early-morning heartbreak, like it’s protecting me from a memory that never deserved to stay.

What I do remember clearly is the list — the way the bad outweighed the good, every single time. Even the “sweet” moments came with conditions, excuses, or fine print. That’s what I hold onto now. Not the fantasy, not the hope, not the version of him I begged to see. Just the truth. And the truth is what’s finally setting me free.

16/11/2025

I love my cat she is definitely my child 🥺❤️‍🩹

16/11/2025

Maybe the real problem was that he couldn’t control his own marriage, so he tried to control ours. Some men project their failures onto anything they can reach.