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🌍 The Freedom Stories Project

The Freedom Stories Project is a growing archive of real, uncensored human stories—told by people from all walks of life, in all corners of the world. This journey will take me across the world, collecting stories that reflect the full spectrum of the human experience—shared from dusty roads, jungle cafés, hostel rooftops, temple steps, and everywhere in between.

I See Stories Everywhere: Classical Music and the Art of Noticing

PSA before you dive in: While writing this, I was listening to “The Things They Believe” by Loathe (with John Waugh), and honestly, you have to give it a listen. It’s absolutely incredible. Not exactly classical in the traditional sense, but it sparks similar emotions. Trust me, press play, then come back and read. Also, if you’re into music that makes you feel or think a bit deeper, check out my playlist called The Sound of Thought . You can find it (and me) on Spotify her

🌍 The Freedom Edit on the Move

Click here to view all Travel posts. Why Travel is Part of My Journey, And Maybe Yours Too Freedom. It’s a word that gets thrown around a lot, painted across Instagram bios, tattooed on ribs, and scribbled into journals during long-overdue breakdowns. But for me, freedom isn’t a far-off fantasy. It’s a daily choice. It’s something I edit and rewrite constantly. That’s the heart of The Freedom Edit. At its core, this platform isn’t about external adventures, it’s about interna

FSP #2 What I thought was love.

Before him, I had it all figured out. I was career-driven, independent, and had no intention of settling for anything less than success. I was focused, determined, and full of possibility. My mindset? Unstoppable. Nothing could bring me down, I was happy, healthy, and full of light. Back then, I believed love was simple. That when you’re in a relationship, people don’t hurt each other. I’d seen my mam go through a toxic one, but I thought, that’ll never be me . I didn’t even

FSP #1 My mind belongs to me again.

I was 16 when the world shut down, and strangely, something inside me switched on. While everything around me felt uncertain, I started building, partly because I didn’t know what else to do. What most people didn’t see was that, beneath the drive and presented on social media, I was already fighting battles that weren’t visible. My anxiety had started in secondary school - about 12, but it was around 16 time that depression first took hold. I was put on medication for a sepa

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