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written by allso.ciety
June 27, 2025 0

I used to think healing would feel like sunshine. I didn’t know I was healing. Until one day, I wasn’t hurting anymore

I used to think healing would feel like sunshine. Soft. Warm. Obvious. Like a reward you get after surviving something hard. But that’s not how it happened for me.

There was a time when I was simply surviving. Waking up felt like a fight. Smiling felt like lying. I kept moving, doing, responding, like a robot with a heartbeat.

People asked if I was okay. I said yes.

Every time.

But deep inside, I was exhausted. Not just physically, emotionally, spiritually, deeply exhausted. I didn’t know how to talk about it. I didn’t even have the words. That was the scariest part.

The moment I broke

One night, I felt everything at once. All the things I had been avoiding finally caught up to me. I sat in my room, overwhelmed by memories I didn’t invite, pain I thought I had already buried, and thoughts I couldn’t silence.

There was no one to call. No words I could say. So I did the only thing that felt safe. I picked up a pen. And I wrote.

The start of something unexpected

At first, I didn’t try to write anything deep. I just let it all spill out.

“I’m tired.”

“I don’t know who I am anymore.”

“I miss the version of me who used to feel excited about life.”

I wrote without grammar. Without structure. Without pressure. And slowly, something inside me started to shift.

Healing didn’t feel magical

The truth is: healing didn’t look like glowing skin and perfect routines.

It looked like sitting with my pain and not running from it.

It looked like writing down words I never said out loud.

It looked like crying, breathing, screaming in silence — and then sleeping with an empty, lighter chest.

That pen became my lifeline.

Those pages became my safe place.

And eventually, they became this journal,  the one I now share with others who might feel the same.

How I knew I was healing

There was no one day where everything got better.

No magical „aha” moment.

But little by little, I noticed changes.

I stopped blaming myself for everything.

I stopped chasing people who couldn’t love me back.

I forgave myself, not because I was wrong, but because I was tired of carrying it.

I felt lighter.

I felt something. And it didn’t hurt.

That’s when I realized: healing was happening all along.

Why I’m sharing this

I’m not a therapist. I’m not a guru. I’m just someone who has been through it, the silence, the confusion, the numbness, the heartbreak.

And I want you to know something:

You are not weak for feeling. You are not broken for needing time. You are not alone.

If you’re still carrying unspoken pain…

If you’ve been holding your breath emotionally for too long…

Maybe you need a safe space too.

That’s why I created the journal I once needed.

A space with no judgment. Just prompts, thoughts, silence, and room to finally let go.

Your healing doesn’t have to look like mine

Maybe writing isn’t your thing.

Maybe you heal through music, movement, or conversations.

But if there’s even a small part of you that feels unseen, unheard, or forgotten, know this:

There is no right way to heal.

Only your way.

You don’t have to explain your pain to anyone.

But you do deserve a place to put it down.

If you’re ready

If you’ve been waiting for a sign to begin…

If you’re tired of carrying it all alone…

Sometimes all it takes is a blank page and the permission to be honest.

📖 Get the healing journal that started it all → Order here

Let this be your starting point.

Let it be messy. Let it be yours.

But above all, let it begin.

written by allso.ciety
June 24, 2025 0

The journal I wrote when I was falling apart. Why you might need it too? The story behind

The journal I wrote when I was falling apart. There are certain things we carry in silence. The pain no one sees. The thoughts that never leave. The weight of pretending to be okay when we’re anything but.

I used to hold it all in, until I couldn’t anymore.

One night, with no one to talk to and everything building up inside me, I opened a blank notebook and wrote down the words I couldn’t say out loud. And then I wrote more. And more.

That notebook turned into something I never expected.

It became a lifeline. And now, it’s become this journal, the one you’re reading about right now.

Why you might need it too?

I wrote it during heartbreak. During grief. During those blurry, numb days where I didn’t know who I was anymore. I wrote when I felt too much, and when I felt nothing at all. I wrote to keep myself grounded, when my thoughts wanted to pull me under.

This journal holds all the things I couldn’t say to anyone else. And now it’s here, waiting for you to do the same.

What This Journal Really Is

This isn’t a planner. It’s not about goals or productivity. It doesn’t tell you to smile through the pain or pretend everything is fine.

This is a space for truth. For vulnerability. A space to fall apart and still be safe.

Inside, you’ll find:

Prompts that ask the real questions, the ones that might hurt but will help.

Pages that hold space for your grief, confusion, and rage.

Words that remind you that you are not alone.

A quiet companion through the loud chaos of your mind.

You won’t find toxic positivity here.
You’ll find honesty.
Permission.
And a path to start healing,  one page at a time.

Why You Might Need This Journal

You might need this journal if:

You’re tired of saying “I’m fine” when you’re not.

You don’t know how to explain what you’re feeling.

You’ve been hurt and never really dealt with it.

You’re healing, but the journey feels messy and unclear.

You’re ready to let go,  even if you don’t know where to begin.

Or maybe…
you just need a quiet place to exist. To feel. To finally be heard, even if only by the page.

The Healing Power of Writing

Writing saved me.

Not because I’m a writer.
But because I’m human and I was drowning.

Putting my feelings into words gave me space to breathe again. It helped me process memories I was afraid to revisit. It helped me forgive. It helped me reconnect with the parts of me I had abandoned.

That’s what this journal is for.
Not to fix you, because you’re not broken.
But to help you feel again.
To help you make peace with the past and open space for what’s next.

What Makes This Journal Different

This journal isn’t generic. It isn’t made by a big brand.
It’s written by someone who’s been through it.

Every page, every prompt, every message inside was written in real pain, with real healing in mind.

Some prompts are soft. Some are deep. Some might crack you open.
And that’s okay.

You don’t need to write perfectly. You don’t need to write every day.
You just need to show up as you are

that’s enough.

What People Are Saying

“I cried. This journal made me feel seen in a way I didn’t expect.”
— Alina D.

“I’ve used journals before, but never one that felt like this. It feels like it was written for me.”
— Sarah B.

“It helped me write the letter I never got to send. That changed everything.”
— Manifesting M.

Here’s How to Get Yours

This journal is available, beautifully printed and shipped directly to you.

If you’re ready to stop holding it all in…
If you’re ready to begin your healing in your own quiet, honest way…

💌 Click below to order
👉 Get the Journal Now

Printed with love and intention
🎁 Also available as a gift for someone who needs this

A Final Note — From Me to You

If you’ve read this far, thank you.
That alone says something: you’re ready.

You don’t need to do this perfectly.
You just need to begin.

Let this journal be a space where you don’t have to explain yourself.
Where it’s okay to not be okay.
Where healing doesn’t have to look pretty, it just has to be real.

You’ve carried enough.
Now, let the page carry it for a while.

Your healing starts here.

written by allso.ciety
September 16, 2024 0

The road to healing is paved with thorns. Live or die?

I used to think about myself that I am the strongest person alive, that I am a superhero, I can do it alone, all by myself, I can dig a grave, burry myself and get out without any scratches and why not, with a smile on my face 🙂

I used to think about myself that the way I feel is normal or ”It is a part of this life”, and that they all feel the same. Something was off, I used to see sad and angry people everyday, same faces, same habits and I didn’t like it.

I used to do the same things for the past years, a nasty routine, wake up, drink a cup of coffee, a cigarette, eat something, maybe a glass of water, put some make-up, go to work, come home, sleep, feel miserable again, but yey, a new day. New year, new me? No, it was more ”new day, same me”.

Be pretty. People are looking at you

Mona Lisa
Some are even talking to you, but only to reply back, they don’t want to hear you

In all this routine, I had to be pretty, right? You go out to buy some bread, people stare at you, but they don’t see you, the real one. Some are even talking to you, but only to reply back, they don’t want to hear you, nobody does, or at least they didn’t, they do now.

You smile, go back home again, wash off all that make-up and you stare in that old and dirty mirror at yourself, the smile is there, you don’t feel it, so you’re burying it again.

You have to clean up the house, you have to cook somenthing, but you can’t, so you go to bed, but you can’t watch a movie, you don’t really like any of them, you can’t sleep either, all those voices in your head are talking way to much.

It’s never quiet up there.

Live or survive?

One time I promised someone that my face will be everywhere.

So you see yourself, sitting in that bed, your body aches, you have dark circles under your eyes, you didn’t eat, remember? You could’t cook, the food in the fridge doesn’t look tasty, that old and dirty mirror is still dirty, you didn’t even see the sun today but you have to get up, you have to work, you have rent to pay, bills, such a wonderful circle of life, right?

And as you get up from your bed, you hear your voice in your head ”look at yourself”, you said as you grew up that you’ll do a lot of things, you’ll be great, you’ll travel, meet new people, that you’ll be rich, that you’ll be happy. So what are you doing? Nothing. And it’s not even your fault. You’ve been hurt, pretty badly, but sitting there and doing nothing it’s indeed your choice.

One time I promised someone that my face will be everywhere. But I forgot how great I am.

Live or die

It’s middle of the night, you just can’t do this anymore, you’re tired, hungry, you see the moon, the sun is missing. What are you doing now?

You can’t keep doing this all over again, I mean, look at you, imagine yourself being old and regretting all the things you could have done and you didn’t. Now you can’t because you’re old, then you didn’t.

Change it, you have to change yourself, do it now, today is the day. I look at me and I don’t like what I see, I’m beautiful, but I am ugly. I can’t feel a damn thing, it’s confusing.

So you cry a lot, I cry a lot, someone said to me today “tears are the best invention anyone has ever made” I laughed, but she was right. When you’re in pain, you can’t cry, when you start to heal, your eyes are drowning, and that’s funny. Healing is feeling.

You’re falling asleep, finally. Don’t remember when or how, but you can hear the silence. Nobody’s talking  (oh, your legs, look at your face, you’re not doing this right, that, you said that, you didn’t mean to. You’re ugly, fat, too skinny, you can’t do this, or that – just shut up).

Nobody cares. Pay the price

Healing

Wake up! Rise and shine sleepy heads. As I get up from the bed, early this time, I instinctivly open up the windows, I close my eyes to feel the sun. Something is different. I go to the bathroom and I clean that mirror because I can’t see myself clearly. I look at myself and I smile, it’s a stupid smile, but it’s not forced, it’s there, it’s a smile.

Oh, I have to go to the store because I am hungry. No make-up today, I don’t care. It’s hot outside, a lot of people, I don’t look at them and they don’t look at me because I can’t see them.

Such a beautiful day, right?

Someone’s calling, you don’t have to answer to that, if you don’t want to. You don’t have to do something, if you don’t want to. Say no, you will lose people? Definitely? Is it worthy? Hell yeah.

I want to go out with a friend. When’s the last time? You can’t remember. So it’s time to go out and leave that house.

You go out, you drink a glass of wine, you laugh, eat someting, crack a joke, you walk a little. Say sorry and go to the bathroom. Look at yourself, do you see that smile? You’re so beautiful, thank’s God you didn’t pick up that phone call.

This is who I was, then I lost myself, but now I remember, I didn’t go this far to lose it all again.

I can do it. I can do it. I will do it tomorrow too, the day after tomorrow and I can do it.

Happy era?

Sunflower in field with the sunrise at sky.
Your life starts everyday, it’s up to you what you’re doing with it

Looking back, definitely I didn’t deserve all that. But I deserve my fate, ”it’s easier to just like keep doing the same shit over and over again and then be surprised when like it’s still the same thing”. I was not that powerful, I needed a hand, a hug, so I asked for them.

Looking back, I realised now, that I had to destroy my old self, I was toxic for myself, destroy and rebuilt from scratch.

”I rebuilt myself from scratch

to have the life I have today,

The things that used to hurt me,

no longer have power.

I see sunsets, I feel the rain.

I cry now, for all the times I couldn’t”.

If you had lost the battle, you wouldn’t have met those beautiful people who appreciate you. You wouldn’t have laughed so much at bad jokes, you wouldn’t have decorated the Christmas tree, you would have missed a lot of good movies.

If you had lost the battle, the world would have been a sadder place without you. Someone is sure smiling when they see you, and if it doesn’t happen yet, I promise it will get better.

Your life starts everyday, it’s up to you what you’re doing with it.




      

    

  

  

      
                  

                

        

          

                        written by allso.ciety
          

          

            
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          We stick a knife in and twist it. We pour salt on our wounds. Is life bad or something else is?
        

      

      

              

            

      

        
Life is not hard, life is not painful, it is beautiful, life is overwhelming sometimes, it is pure and full of miracles.


I bet that when you were a kid you didn’t say that life it’s hard, and now, well, sometimes it’s unbearable. When we are kids, we have pure souls and minds and our actions are foolish, but kind. And then we grow up and everything gets messy and harder.


When you were a kid you didn’t say that life it’s hard


Life is bad or something else is?


I have just realized that life itself is not that bad, but some people are. As I grew up, I have met people, just like you, all kind of people, good and bad.


The thing is, from the people I’ve met in my life, I’ve picked up some “gifts”, or baggage, or traumas, why not.


Let’s go back a bit, we are children, we still use our hearts, then we grow up and meet people, some are hurt, some are scared, some are lonely, some are narcissistic or selfish, or some are just mean.


And from everyone, we take some things, some anger, frustration, judgmental thoughts, pain, heartache, tears, dark thoughts.


As I grew up, I have met people, just like you, all kind of people, good and bad


It’s like the ocean, pure and clean


And with all this baggage full of “stones” we move forward in life and “hit” others with our “goodies”. So we meet a new person who still has a heart and still uses it, but who is also hurt, and we start projecting our past traumas onto them and so, we put salt on their wounds.


What I’m trying to tell you is that we don’t heal, we don’t take the time to fight our demons. We are really unbearable. Life is very beautiful, it’s like the ocean, pure and clean, but without us, humans.


Life is very beautiful, it’s like the ocean, pure and clean,


And before you think or say that “Yeah, but those people have their own traumas and that’s why they act like that”. Let me tell you something, we all have, we’ve all had traumatic experiences, but you don’t deserve my frustration and I don’t deserve yours!


And I’ll tell you something, one day I woke up, full of life and energy, and I was listening to a good song (I’ll leave some of it below for you to read) while making coffee and guess what, my phone rang once and someone was upset, then rang again, another person told me “You should do this and this and the other”, and then again. And by the end of the day, I was exhausted, sad, and I was drowning in my own uncertainty.


Still have wings to fly and still smile


So yes, we are all pour salt on each other’s wounds, we are not healing, we are destroying people.


But on the other side, there are other types of people, those who have been through hell but still have wings to fly and still smile.


From these kind of people we also take something, and that is called HOPE.


Those who have been through hell but still have wings to fly


Maybe we should make life beautiful again


Maybe we should take this instead, to carry with us for the rest of our lives. And when we meet people, maybe we should share HOPE with them. And maybe we should give to others what we want to receive. Maybe we should make life beautiful again.


We don’t need salt on our wounds, we need love on our bruises and hope in our eyes.


We need love on our bruises and hope in our eyes


“Every night i used to pray that I’d find my people.


And finally, I did


On the open road


We had nothing to lose


Nothing to gain


Nothing we desired anymore


Except to make our lives into a work of art


I believe in the kindness of strangers“


Lana del Rey – Ride.


Except to make our lives into a work of art

      

    

  

  

      
                  

                

        

          

                        written by allso.ciety
          

          

            
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          25+ Quotes about overthinking and overthinkers. Care and believe in yourself
        

      

      

              

            

      

        
Here are the best 25+ Quotes about overthinking and overthinkers while you are overthinking about everything again and again and again. But first let me tell you something, you are not alone.




I am an overthinker just like you and I know that sometimes it is hard, especially at night when you think about everything and everyone, it is just like a storm that never ends.


 




 




 


    

  1. Overthinkers care a lot about everything and everyone.
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  2. Overthinkers have true feelings because they know how it feels when you are betrayed so trust me, they will never betray because they know how hard it is.
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  3. Overthinkers are human beings so they make mistakes. But when they make a mistake, they are really sorry and they will do everything to fix things again.
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  4. Overthinkers can’t sleep at night because of their choices.
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  5. They might seem insecure, but they are not. 
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  6. They are really sensitive, when they cry, they cry because they feel things deeply even if you think they are “rocks”, they are not.
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  7. They can’t let go of something, they don’t want you to be hurt and broken and they are breaking their own hearts and souls.
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  8. Overthinkers tend to be perfectionists, so they are very hard on themselves because they have big expectations and unfortunately, they expect a lot from others.
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  9. They take decisions hard, but when they decide something, they won’t look back again.
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  10. They are “a bag filled with stress”, so please be calm around an overthinker, it is already hard for them.
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  11. Overthinkers become attached to their burdens.
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  12. If you are thinking about “what other people would say about this or that”, you are not living.
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  13. Overthinkers know who they are, but the problem is that fear is a part of them.
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  14. You can’t change who you are, but you can change your everyday thoughts.
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  15. If thinking can make you sick, maybe also thinking can heal you, just change the perspective.
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  16. If you think about a situation that happened in the past, you are wasting your time, just act different the next time when you have the chance.
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  17. If you can say bad things in your head about yourself over and over again, just try to speak nicely next time, you will be surprised.
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  18. You are not a burden, you are not difficult, you are complex and different.
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  19.  Overthinking is like a poison without a cure.
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  20. Thinking too much is hard, not thinking at all is stupid. Choose the middle path always.
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  21. Overthinking makes everything worse than it actually is. Always.
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  22. You can’t have only bad days, you just have to realize that not everything is bad.
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  23. If you don’t have a problem that you can “touch”, then you might have a problem that doesn’t even exist in the first place.
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  24. Always listen to your gut and just feel, without thinking if it is good or bad.
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  25. Instead of overthinking about something, you can just ask nicely. It is easier.
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  26. Put your thoughts to sleep and let yourself do.
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  27. If you constantly worry about things going wrong, it won’t help things go right.
    

    

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Overthinking can lead you to worry about situations that might never happen. Overthinkers just think too much and they might need your help. If you can help, do it, if you can’t, don’t make the situation harder, it is already hard for them.


 


 


If you are an overthinker, don’t let your mind murder your dreams. Kill your unnecessary thoughts and just live.


 


 

      

    

  

            

            
	      

        

    
  





        

        
      

    







	
	
	
							
			

			
			
								
		






















	
	
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