Selfreflection Stories

I grew up quiet - not because I had nothing to say, but because no one ever listened. "These are the quiet moments I never said out loud - memories, realizations, and pieces of healing written in motion." Notes on Life & Movement is a series of reflections told through journal-style prose and poetry - tracing survival, softness, and self-discovery. Each volume explores a different part of healing: the heart, the past, and the quiet moments in between. This isn't about pity. It's about remembering. About hearing the child I once was and telling her, "You made it." Volume 3 is coming soon!!!! Written in motion, signed in peace-Ciara 🚫 Copyright Notice: This story and all related entries belong to Ciara Miles. Please do not copy, repost, translate, or reproduce any portion of this work without permission. Sharing links is welcome - copying text is not. © 2025 Ciara Miles. All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, distributed, or transmitted in any form or by any means, including photocopying, recording, or other electronic or mechanical methods, without the prior written permission of the author, except for brief quotations used in reviews or articles. "Notes on Life & Movement" and all related entries are the original creative property of Ciara Miles. Written in motion, signed in peace. - Ciara Miles

Late bloomer : someone who becomes successful, attractive, etc., at a later time in life than other people.

Burnt out and grieving her grandmother's passing, 29-year-old Adelina "Lina" Salazar leaves the city to return to her hometown and her grandmother's closed bakery. With no baking skills and a weary heart, she struggles at first, but the townsfolk who step through her doors soon offer more than support-they give her genuine connection and hope. ‎ ‎Through their warmth, Lina rediscovers a life beyond ambition, learning that sometimes the heart only needs to rest, remember, and be still. And one morning, she pulls a tray from the oven and sees it-the bread has finally turned golden.

Just a writer with curious mind, overflowing with feelings that no one understands. A piece of paper and pen has became her friend instead. Is there anyone who could understand this secretive writer? (I know my poems are long but I try to express it in that way. That is my style of writing. Please my dear readers, please read it with patience. And I hope you'll love it)

Sometimes I no longer understand what's wrong with me. Sometimes he is cold. Distant. As if he only wants half a presence. And it wasn't always like this. In the beginning, it wasn't. In the beginning, he loved me more - or at least that's how it felt. He was attentive, he was sweet, he was there without me having to explain how to be there. Now, when I tell him this, the answer is always the same: "I'm not like that anymore." And that's it. I know how it sounds. And then the inevitable question appears: why don't you leave? The answer is harder than the question. I can't. I don't know why. No matter how much it hurts, I can't let go of him. Maybe because we've lived through too much together. Maybe because the thought that everything could end like this leaves me powerless, overwhelmed by a decision that feels too big for me. When I think about leaving, I feel a knot that won't go away. And I no longer know what's right and what's wrong. I've tried everything, except leaving. Because I don't want to leave. I know it would be hard. Not just now, but for a long time after. Maybe it sounds absurd. I know I might feel too intensely. But I am not cold. And I don't want to become that way. Indifference does not define me. What defines me is the way I feel. I just want things to be like they were in the beginning. When things were simple. When I didn't have to ask for attention. When I didn't have to wonder if I was too much. They say actions speak louder than words. But what do you do when neither actions nor words have any magic left? It's ironic. I have the answer right in front of my eyes. And yet, I refuse it. Maybe because I love too deeply. Maybe because I hope too much. But this is who I am. And I believe that somewhere, someday, someone could accept me exactly as I am. Maybe that's why I write. Because I can't tell anyone. So I open a conversation with myself. Hoping that one day, someone will read it and understand who I truly am.

Let's journey together through time, stillness, and simply explore being alive.

a book of simple yet profound reminders to help you stay mindful, positive, and kind every day. with its uplifting messages, this book is your perfect daily companion.

Pov from indifference with the world & fullness with myself

The Weight of Thinking Too Much is a collection of unfiltered thoughts-written in moments of silence, restlessness, and emotional overload. These pages hold the words that were never spoken, the feelings that lingered too long, and the questions that had nowhere else to go. It is a gentle reminder that sometimes the heaviest burdens are the ones we carry in our minds.

A quiet story about a proposal that was never clearly accepted or rejected. Years pass, assumptions are made, and silence begins to feel like a decision. This is a personal narrative about time, family expectations, and learning to find one's own voice.

A poem for those who are no longer living, but simply existing; a journey of seeking the meaning of life until death finds us truly alive.

These poems are pieces of my thoughts, my anxiety, and my growth. Some are heavy. Some are quiet. All of them are honest. This is a place for the things I never say. I'm not writing for perfection. I'm writing to understand myself, and maybe help someone else feel less alone. Includes themes of anxiety and mental health. I do not claim any images used as my own. All credit belongs to the original creators.

LETTERS TO MY BETROTHED, A LOVE UNLIKE NO OTHER. POEMS PROMPTED BY FAITH.

I don't write for attention - I write because it's the only way I know how to stop overthinking. Every poem here is a piece of my past, the regrets I still carry, and the words I never had the courage to say.

What do you do when the world expects you to have it all figured out, but you're still learning who you are? First Steps Into the Unknown is a collection of raw, heartfelt poems that capture the messy, beautiful journey of early adulthood-a time when the road ahead feels uncertain, but the desire to find yourself is stronger than ever. These poems explore graduation, self-doubt, broken expectations, and the complex, sometimes confusing world of relationships and dating. In your early 20s, you're expected to know what's next, but what happens when you don't? They reflect on that uncertain time, when the future seemed unclear, and your own worth was something you had to learn to define. From the crushing weight of societal pressure to the quiet strength that comes from learning to trust yourself-and to navigate connections with others-these poems explore what it means to take the first step, even when you don't know where you're going. It's about the courage to embrace the unknown and let go of everything that doesn't serve you. This is for anyone who's ever felt lost, unsure, or just trying to figure it out. It's for anyone who's ever dared to move forward when they didn't know what they were moving toward. Because the first step isn't about the destination-it's about trusting yourself to keep going.

"read me as poems" Is a collection of poems. about love, Behaviour that changed, life that kept moving even when i couldn't. some of it's peaceful. some of it's messy. most of it's just me, trying to understand things by writing them down. don't expect perfection. expect honesty. if it hits you, it was meant to.

Y/N doesn't think she's beautiful, but he does...

This is not a book about healing. It's a record of what remained after. SCARS...unstitched documents the spaces where love faltered, belonging was uncertain, and survival became an act of restraint. Written without ornament or apology, these fragments trace the slow recognition of what it costs to stay too long, and the quiet resolve of choosing oneself anyway.

A quiet poetry collection about repetition, uncertainty, and the spaces where meaning softens rather than disappears. From familiar circles to fading paths, unnamed feelings, and distant echoes, these poems listen instead of rushing toward answers. For anyone learning how to stay with what lingers.

Healing is often imagined as a straight line- clear, final, and complete. This book challenges that belief. Through twelve reflective monologues, When Old Wounds Knock Again explores the quiet truth that some wounds do not disappear. They return softly, testing our growth, asking not to be erased, but to be understood. This is a book about staying- about learning to live with scars without losing yourself.