Eva Rose 
I used to think snow was easy to describe white, cold, quiet. But the moment I tried to write about it seriously, I felt stuck. Every sentence sounded the same, lifeless and flat. The problem wasn’t my English; it was my approach. Snow in my life was never just frozen water falling from the sky. … Read more
I used to think teaching or writing about learning was straightforward. I would explain concepts, give examples, and expect understanding. But I quickly realized that something was missing my words weren’t connecting. That was the issue I faced. I knew learning was powerful, yet every attempt to explain it felt flat, almost lifeless. So I … Read more
I remember the first time I tried to write about communication, I felt completely stuck. I knew the basics speaking, listening, sharing ideas but I couldn’t capture what communication really feels like. That was the issue I faced. I wanted my words to show the bridges we build, the misunderstandings that hurt, and the moments … Read more
I remember the first time I tried to write about love, I froze. I knew what love felt like the excitement, the fear, the warmth but I couldn’t find words that truly captured it. That was the issue I faced. Every sentence I wrote sounded flat, almost like I was describing a feeling on paper … Read more
I recall a period in my life when calm felt less like a natural state and more like an unreachable concept. Despite external silence, my mind remained in constant motion, processing worries, expectations, and unresolved thoughts. I assumed calm would emerge once circumstances improved, once responsibilities lessened, or once uncertainty disappeared. This belief, however, only … Read more
I remember the phase when I woke up every morning with a strange heaviness, as if I was walking without a map. From the outside, everything looked fine, but inside, I felt like I was standing in the middle of nowhere. I kept moving, kept trying, yet I had no idea where I was actually … Read more
I still remember the night I realized crying had its own language. I was sitting alone, telling myself I was fine, when tears started falling without permission. I did not know how to explain what I was feeling, so I let the tears do the talking. In that moment, I understood that crying is not … Read more
I still remember the day guilt quietly walked into my life and sat there without asking permission. I had said something to someone, and later it started to hurt in a way I could not ignore. On the outside, everything looked normal, but inside, I was constantly fighting with myself. Every night before sleep, the … Read more
I want to talk to you as if we are sitting face to face. There was a time when stress had quietly become part of my everyday life. I would wake up feeling mentally tired before the day even started. My chest felt heavy, my breathing shallow, yet I kept pushing myself through daily responsibilities … Read more
Anxiety is one of those feelings that words alone often fail to capture. I remember the first time it hit me it was like stepping into a dense, unending fog. Every sound seemed sharper, every shadow darker, and my mind raced with thoughts I couldn’t control. It was exhausting, confusing, and sometimes even frightening. Over … Read more
