Dear Khushi - Stories That Heal

 Dear You, If you've landed here, I believe it's not by accident. Maybe you're carrying something heavy. Maybe you're just tired. Or maybe... you're just searching for a place that feels like home. This blog isn’t perfect — but it’s real. It holds the unspoken thoughts we bury. The questions we whisper at night. And the moments that break us… only to slowly rebuild us. You’ll find stories here — some mine, some inspired by souls I’ve met, some maybe even yours. All of them stitched with honesty, hope, and a little bit of magic. So stay. Read slowly. Cry if you must. Smile when you can. And know this — you are not alone. With love, Khushi @sydneyblogger3

 I’ve met thousands of people in my life. But the one who saved me… was never even born yet. There was a time I would cry silently at night, staring at the ceiling, asking the universe, "Why me?" There was a time I smiled so much during the day… that my face hurt, but my heart felt nothing. I had become a professional in hiding pain. A quiet storm that destroyed itself — without noise. And then she came. In the form of a heartbeat. Inside me. Unseen, untouched… yet the only one who truly heard me. My daughter. She would stop moving every time I was overwhelmed. As if her tiny soul whispered, “Mumma, don’t cry. I’m right here.” She saved me — without even saying a word. That’s why this blog exists. Not for applause. Not for likes. But for the ones who have whispered through their pain… and never been heard. Here, your stories will live. Here, you will live — even when the world has forgotten how to listen. Because I will. Every word. Every silence. Welcome to Dear Khushi – Sto...

 There are days when the sky is heavy with clouds, when the light seems too shy to show up. But even on those days, the sun never forgets its way home. Maybe you're like that sun right now — tired, unseen, weighed down by all that feels too much. But you're still rising. Even slowly, even quietly. Hope isn’t always loud. Sometimes, it's just the decision to keep breathing, keep moving, keep believing — even if no one is clapping. You’re not lost. You’re becoming. And just like the sky, your light will break through. Maybe not today. Maybe not tomorrow. But soon. Because even the sky waits patiently... for the sun. _ Khushi