Notesformysoulmate

A home for lyrical essays, mythic letters, and quiet truths — tracing love, lineage, and the stories we carry.

This space offers original reflections on healing, identity, and emotional restoration. Each post is crafted to help readers feel seen, soothed, and stirred. We explore trauma recovery, poetic writing, and the journey toward wholeness.

This space began as a whisper...
but it’s grown into a voice I no longer silence.

Welcome to where the truth burns bright
and the words don’t flinch.

—Elowen

11/27/2025

There’s a kind of ache that lives inside contentment. A whisper that says: “this isn’t all.” Have you ever felt misplaced— ...

8/29/2025

The quiet fire that refuses to disappear. Holding what s...

8/01/2025

Once, they fed me silence like obedience. Sweetened it with survival. Told me I’d be safe if I stayed small. But the...
Letter from the Ash, No. II A Stirring in the Smoke “They thought the quiet meant she had disappeared. But it was he...

7/25/2025

I used to believe healing was something you eased into. Soft as breath. Quiet as dusk. But healing doesn’t ask for silen...

7/19/2025

After reading the pieces, he asked: Who are you? Me?, I said. I'm just a girl. No, really. Who are you? I shrugged. I...

7/11/2025

When a pixie loses her wing, it’s not because of the wind or the rain. It’s from the pain caused by those she loves...

7/07/2025

I have been asked to write you a goodbye to close a chapter that you tried to close yourself—the day you left this world, and before mi...

7/04/2025

I Never Let Go, I Just Forgot to Remember Grief didn’t fade. It changed shape—and took me with it. This piece holds a kind ...

6/30/2025

This isn’t a story. It’s a flicker from the ash. A whisper from the quiet wild. A letter that remembers what the fire tried to ...
Letter from the Ash, No. I Written beneath a crown of smoke and stillness “Silence is not cold. No, it is fire. And ...

6/28/2025

 You weren’t lightning. You were roots.” —Elowen This isn’t a love letter. It’s a recollection spell. The retelling...

6/25/2025

The quiet place where truth rises from the dark. She k...

6/20/2025

  1. The Silence They Taught Me Growing up, long before shame learned my name, I was taught to fear it. Before I could even name it...
I didn’t always know how to name the intense feeling that lived within me, with me—the ache. But I felt it—in t...
There are words that arrive quietly—unraveling like smoke, pulsing like memory. This post is for those words. It’s for the g...

6/19/2025

“Some silences are sacred. Others are just waiting to be broken.” —Elowen I miss you, old friend. I miss what we had—who w...

“I do not write to fill the silence. I write to name it.”

—Elowen

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