Conversations in bloom

Welcome to Conversations in Bloom, the heart of SoulBloom Society.

This is where we talk about the things most people only journal about: the heartbreaks that changed us, the quiet comebacks, the soft power it takes to love again, and the art of growing into the woman you were always meant to be.

It’s raw, real, and beautifully unpolished, like late-night talks with a friend who doesn’t need the filter to understand you. Here, we don’t chase perfection, we choose honesty. We unpack love, healing, self-trust, and every messy, magical phase in between.

Because blooming isn’t always pretty, but it’s always worth it.

PAGE 6 - You can’t heal in the same room that broke you

I tried to heal while staying in touch with him.Spoiler: I did not heal. I told myself we could be mature, that I could totally handle “just being friends.” In...

PAGE 5 - Money as energy: healing your relationship with abundance

Money. The word alone can make your nervous system clench. We want it, chase it, fear it, avoid it, spend it too fast, and judge people who have too much...

PAGE 4 - The seasons of your soul: how to honor change instead of fearing it

There are seasons in your soul just like there are seasons in the world. Somewhere along the way, we were taught to love the bloom but fear the fall, to...

PAGE 3 - The glow-up no one sees: emotional maturity as the real flex

There was a time when my idea of a glow-up was external: clearer skin, shinier hair, better lighting. I thought peace came in a package from Sephora. Now my biggest...

PAGE 2 - You’re not hard to love: you’re just done settling for half

For years, I thought being “easy to love” meant being agreeable. Not asking for too much. Not needing reassurance. Not inconveniencing anyone with my emotions. I confused “low-maintenance” with lovable: as...

PAGE 1 - After the chaos: The art of remembering yourself and what love should feel like

There was a night I sat on the bathroom floor, phone in hand, heart in pieces, trying to quiet the urge to text him one last time. The city outside...