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Hi, I’m Terresa Morare, a proud mom of four beautiful children and currently a stay-at-home mom. I’m also an aspiring writer and future publisher, finding joy in telling stories that inspire and uplift. Married and grounded in family life, I’m learning to embrace each season with purpose while pursuing my passion for writing one word at a time.

  • The Play I Almost Forgot

    What was the last thing you did for play or fun?

    “There was a moment I almost let slip — a moment meant for laughter, for lightness, for me… and I remembered that joy doesn’t need a reason, it only needs permission.”

    The last thing I did for play was allow myself to be light without guilt.

    To laugh without explaining why.

    To enjoy a moment without asking if it was productive, meaningful, or deserved.

    Play, for me, looked like resting my mind, letting words flow without editing them, enjoying beauty for the sake of beauty. It wasn’t loud. It wasn’t extravagant. It was simple — and honest.

    Sometimes play isn’t games or outings.

    Sometimes play is letting your soul breathe after surviving for so long.

    When was the last time I allowed myself joy without earning it?

    When did I last do something simply because it made me feel alive, light, or at peace?

    And if the answer is “I can’t remember” — that’s not a failure.

    That’s an invitation. To let yourself breathe…

    I’m right here with you.

  • A Love Letter to the Woman I Survived With🌻

    A Love Letter to the Woman I Survived With🌻

    Work on being in love with the person in the mirror — not the version you wish you were, not the version others expect, but the real you. The one who has walked through moments that should have broken her. The one who cried silently when no one noticed, who prayed quietly when her strength felt thin, who kept moving even when life felt stuck.

    She has stood in battles no one clapped for, healed wounds no one apologized for, and outgrew seasons she once begged to stay in. She is still standing — maybe not perfectly, maybe not loudly, but faithfully.

    And that is enough. More than enough.

    So today, take a moment to love her.

    Not for what she produces.

    Not for how strong she looks.

    But for who she is — a soul in progress, a heart that keeps choosing hope, a woman who refuses to give up on herself even on the days she wants to.

    Fall in love with her courage.

    Fall in love with her softness.

    Fall in love with her healing.

    Fall in love with her becoming.

    Because the journey gets lighter when you stop fighting yourself and start embracing the beautiful, imperfect, resilient person you’ve been all along.

    You owe her love.

    You owe her grace.

    You owe her a future that feels safe, gentle, and honest.

    And it begins with this:

    Look in the mirror and choose her — every single day.

  • Life, a Mystery

    Life, a Mystery

    Life is a mystery—

    a puzzle wrapped in sunrise and sleepless nights,

    a whisper that changes its tone just when you think you’ve learned the rhythm.

    It’s unpredictable—

    one moment soft as morning dew,

    the next, a storm that teaches you how to bend without breaking.

    And yet…

    it’s beautiful.

    Because in every twist,

    there’s a lesson in disguise.

    In every delay,

    a divine timing you couldn’t have planned better yourself.

    In every ending,

    a new beginning waiting quietly for your courage to arrive.

    So let’s live that.

    Let’s live the mystery.

    Let’s wake up not trying to solve life,

    but to feel it—

    to dance with it, even when the music changes.

    For maybe beauty was never meant to be understood—

    only lived,

    moment by unpredictable moment.

  • Life as an equation

    Do we ever get to a point where we actually solve for x? 🤔

    Every day feels like an equation
    unknowns scattered across the board of my mind.
    I wake up and the universe says,
    “Here, solve for x.”
    And I sigh… because I thought I solved it yesterday.
    But life—
    life doesn’t mark you right or wrong,
    it just gives you another question.

    Some days the numbers make sense.
    Peace equals prayer plus rest.
    Joy equals gratitude minus fear.
    But other days… the formula breaks.
    Nothing adds up.
    Faith feels small.
    And I find myself dividing hope by exhaustion,
    trying to carry the remainder of my own strength.

    No one tells you that living
    isn’t about getting all the answers right—
    it’s about showing up to the test anyway.
    It’s about whispering,
    “I don’t know, but I’m still here.”
    It’s about trusting
    that God already knows the equation,
    even when I can’t find the pattern.

    Maybe x isn’t something to solve—
    maybe x is me.
    Becoming.
    Learning.
    Trying.
    Still standing.

    So tonight, I’ll stop fighting the unknowns.
    I’ll rest in the mystery.
    Because maybe the beauty of life
    isn’t in solving for x,
    but in realizing
    I was the answer all along.
    ✨✨✨✨

  • The Power of Tone

    Sometimes, it’s not what we say that creates misunderstanding — it’s how we say it. You might be delivering the right message, but if your tone is off, it can sound offensive, cold, dismissive, or even aggressive. Words alone don’t carry meaning; they carry emotion, attitude, and intention — and that’s what tone is.

    The atmosphere of a conversation also matters. There are moments when even the most carefully chosen words can feel misplaced simply because the energy of the situation doesn’t allow them to land gently. Maybe the person you’re speaking to is sensitive in that moment. Maybe the topic is heavy. Or maybe your voice, your facial expression, or even your silence says more than your words do.

    Today, I want to focus on that: learning to listen to the moment before you speak. Ask yourself — “Does my tone match my intention? Does it fit the emotional space I’m speaking into?” Because the truth is, the right message in the wrong tone can feel like the wrong message altogether.

  • Carry yourself to the finish line

    Sometimes, the only person who can get you there is you.

    Not the motivation that started you.

    Not the people who once cheered for you.

    Not the fire you had in the beginning.

    But the quiet strength you’ve built along the way.

    The discipline to show up when no one’s watching.

    The decision to continue, even when it’s no longer exciting.

    You carry yourself with faith when you’re tired.

    With purpose when you feel lost.

    With grace when everything feels heavy.

    Because the finish line isn’t just a place you reach —

    It’s a statement.

    That you believed in what you started.

    That you honored your effort.

    That you were worth completing the journey for.

    So even if you crawl,

    Even if you cry,

    Even if you carry yourself with trembling hands —

    Carry yourself to the finish line.

  • When Peace Isn’t Enough

    I thought peace would be the finish line.

    That once I found it, nothing would shake me again.

    That once I healed, life would finally let me rest.

    But the truth is…

    even peace can be pierced.

    You can pray, journal, forgive, surrender —

    you can sit still with your soul and breathe through every storm —

    and yet, one word, one memory, one moment

    can come like a blade and remind you that you’re still human.

    Still soft in places no one sees.

    And that doesn’t mean your peace was fake.

    It means you’re still layered.

    Still living.

    Still growing.

    Because peace isn’t a shield that stops life from hurting you —

    it’s a place inside you that helps you hold the pain differently.

    There are days I sit in silence, confused by how far I’ve come

    and how easily one small thing can still make me crumble.

    And in those moments, I used to feel like I failed.

    But I didn’t fail.

    I felt.

    And that’s not weakness — it’s proof that I’m alive.

    It’s proof that even in my calm, I’m still healing.

    Maybe peace isn’t the end of the storm.

    Maybe it’s the eye of it — the quiet center inside the chaos.

    Maybe it’s what allows me to keep choosing softness

    in a world that keeps trying to harden me.

    So when something still breaks through — even after everything —

    I no longer blame myself.

    I no longer question the work I’ve done.

    Instead, I sit with it.

    I talk to God.

    I remind myself:

    “Peace doesn’t make me untouchable. It just makes me grounded.”

  • Kindness Starts With You

    Treat yourself with the same kindness you give to others.

    Speak words of encouragement to your soul.

    Give yourself grace when things don’t go as planned.

    You are a work in progress, beautifully and wonderfully made.✨✨✨✨

  • A Mind Worth Healing: Prioritizing Mental Health as Much as Physical Health

    What would you change about modern society?

    We live in a world that teaches us how to treat a broken bone, but not a broken heart. We know the symptoms of the flu, but not the signs of depression. We have words for sore throats and migraines — yet silence when it comes to emotional pain. It’s time to change that.

    Mental health deserves the same urgency, care, and attention we give to physical health. Just because it’s invisible doesn’t mean it isn’t real. In fact, the wounds we carry in our minds and hearts often shape us more deeply than any scar on the skin ever could.

    Imagine a world where checking in with a therapist was as normal as going for a routine medical check-up. Where we taught children not just how to tie their shoes, but how to cope with anxiety. Where workplaces encouraged emotional wellbeing, not just productivity. Where rest wasn’t seen as laziness — but as part of healing.

    If we want to live in a healthier society, we must remove the shame around mental struggles. No one chooses trauma, depression, or anxiety. These are not weaknesses — they are battles we often fight in silence, behind smiles. And that silence? It’s costing lives.

    Healing begins with permission. The permission to speak. To ask for help. To say, “I’m not okay,” without being labeled dramatic, broken, or weak. It begins when we treat mental health with the same compassion and seriousness as we do physical illness.

    Let’s raise a generation that doesn’t just survive — but knows how to emotionally live. Let’s build homes, schools, and systems that prioritize peace of mind, not just outward success. Let’s make space for vulnerability, honesty, and growth.

    Because the mind, just like the body, is worth healing.

  • The Quiet Bloom

    What do you think gets better with age?

    These three: self-awareness, inner peace, and gratitude; are truly the heart of growth. When you have them, even the storms of life feel a little softer. Here’s a little reflection on each one:

    🌿 Self-awareness

    With time, we learn more about who we truly are, not who the world told us to be. We become more honest with ourselves, more accepting of our flaws, and more grounded in our purpose. You’re starting to see yourself clearly; your strengths, your limits, your patterns. And that clarity becomes your freedom. You stop performing, and you start becoming.

    🌸 Inner peace

    It’s not about the absence of chaos, but the presence of calm within you no matter what’s happening outside. That’s real power. You’re no longer controlled by the noise, but anchored in your truth. The urgency to prove something or please everyone fades. You start choosing peace over chaos, presence over pressure.

    🌼 Gratitude

    Even the small things start to feel big. You appreciate moments more than milestones and memories more than materials. It softens everything. It brings light to the dark, and warmth to the cold. The more you practice it, the more you realize: life doesn’t have to be perfect to be deeply meaningful.