Esther’s Fragments
Stories gathered in the light. A diary of memory, ritual, and becoming.
These are personal reflections shaped by the waking world—where silence holds meaning, and the self reveals itself in fragments.
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Unrushed, Uncertain, and Free
How to allow yourself the time to discover?
The Beast within
The gardens where the dead rest in hallowed grounds—where their monuments remind us of our mortality, and where new life slowly overgrows and crumbles the markers made of marble. As a young child, I always felt drawn to these places, and at the same time, I was terrified that at night these peaceful grounds of remembrance would turn into something sinister. I felt that the silence held something more than just peace—something otherworldly, though I could never quite name it.
When the Hustle Breaks you: Part 2
Burnout didn’t hit me like an explosion—it crept in slowly, quietly. In this post, I share what burnout felt like from the inside: the overstimulation, guilt, isolation, and how I began to listen to myself again. It's a story of unraveling, and slowly, finding my way back.
When the Hustle Breaks You: Part 1
Part 1: I didn’t crash—I slowly unraveled. This is the story of how years of chasing dreams, wearing masks, and pushing through pain led me to burnout. And how, step by step, I’m learning to come home to myself again.
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