Oleksandra Fomichova @yourrrr_soul

Healing the "Chosen" Wound: Or Why Being Chosen Never Heals What Was Missing There is a wound that many people carry without ever realizing it. It's the need to be chosen. It's so quiet that we often don't even notice it's there. It hides behind confidence. Behind charisma. Sometimes even behind perfection. I'm not saying that every confident or successful person carries this wound. But sometimes, beneath the strongest mask, lies the very thing no one would ever suspect.

I Didn't Scatter the Stars So You Could Burn. I Scattered Them So You Could Shine. For everyone on the Twin Flame journey, there are countless concepts that people talk about but very few can actually explain. That is why so many narratives exist—not to guide us, but to confuse us. One of those concepts is surrender. At first, I didn't understand it at all. Was it like Divine Timing, another phrase people repeat without really explaining? Was I supposed to sit still, do nothing, and wait

Her voice was barely above a whisper. "Mom... I'm scared." Those three words pierced straight through my heart. I stepped closer and knelt down beside her. © Under My Skin I've read countless discussions about Under My Skin from people who have never actually read it. Because if they had, they would know that the heroine's greatest addiction was never a man. It was her desperate desire to keep living. They would know that the love which transformed her wasn't romantic love.