Featured Post

Survival Wasn’t Free — I Paid by Hiding What Hurt Just to Keep the Peace

AI-generated artwork for the blog post “Survival Wasn’t Free — I Paid by Hiding What Hurt Just to Keep the Peace” — created by Clove (author of Clove Thoughts) using Microsoft Bing Image Creator (DALL·E) and carefully refined in Canva. © 2025 Clove Thoughts. This AI-generated image, authorized solely for the creator’s commercial use in accordance with the terms set by Bing, Canva, and Blogger, captures the quiet emotional toll of forced gratitude — where silence is mistaken for peace, and the pressure to appear thankful gradually erodes self-worth. It portrays how unspoken truths are buried beneath the expectation to remain agreeable, leaving behind invisible wounds that persist long after. I was always told I should be grateful. I had access to the things many children were still dreaming of — the essentials for survival that are often mistaken for a full life. It was seen as more than enough. And maybe, from the outside, it looked like I had everything I needed. But the truth i...
Post a Comment

About

Clove Thoughts — Where Emotions Find Their Voice

Welcome to Clove Thoughts.

The name "Clove", which I write under, is inspired by the spice itself - valued for its strength, warmth, and gentle healing properties. In a similar way, the words shared here are meant to leave an emotional imprint. They come from a place of depth and honesty, with the hope that something within them resonates and stays with you.

This blog is a space where I express truths that are often left unspoken. Through personal reflections, emotional storytelling, and real-life experiences, I try to capture the silent weight of things we usually carry alone. Each piece is written with honesty and clarity, drawn directly from lived moments.

Everything shared comes from a place of quiet truth. If even one piece helps you feel understood or seen in your own experience, then this space has served its purpose.

Thank you for being here.

- Clove

Popular Posts

The Hidden Cost of Being Too Kind: When Caring Quietly Exhausts You

AI-generated artwork for the blog post “The Hidden Cost of Being Too Kind: When Caring Quietly Exhausts You,” created by Clove (author of Clove Thoughts) using an original prompt in Microsoft Bing Image Creator (DALL·E) and customized in Canva. © 2025 Clove Thoughts. This AI-generated artwork, granted exclusively to the creator for commercial use under the policies of Bing, Canva, and Blogger, captures the emotional weight of quiet compassion — where kindness becomes a silent burden, and constant self-sacrifice leaves behind unseen fatigue. It reflects the quiet exhaustion of always caring for others while quietly abandoning your own needs.  For a long time, I thought being kind meant always saying yes. If someone needed help, I felt like I had to be there. If things were falling apart, I thought it was up to me to fix them. I kept showing up — even when I was exhausted, even when I had nothing left in me. At first, it felt normal to ignore how I felt. I believed it was right to...
Read More >>

Too Tired to React: The Silent Burnout No One Talks About

AI-generated artwork for the blog post “Too Tired to React: The Silent Burnout No One Talks About,” created by Clove (author of Clove Thoughts) using an original prompt in Microsoft Bing Image Creator (DALL·E) and customized in Canva. © 2025 Clove Thoughts. This AI-generated image is commercially licensed for use by the author in compliance with the policies of Bing, Canva, and Blogger. It illustrates the emotional numbness of silent burnout — depicting mental exhaustion, emotional shutdown, and the heavy weight of enduring too much for too long. The truth is, I didn’t even notice it at first. It didn’t happen overnight. It was a slow change — so quiet that I couldn’t tell when I stopped reacting to things. One day I was feeling everything all at once, and then suddenly... nothing at all. Things that used to hurt didn’t sting anymore. Things that used to make me nervous, angry, or even excited — they barely got a response from me. I was still there, doing things, going places, repl...
Read More >>