The Evil Called Love

What is ‘mojo’? Mojo is a simple charm you keep with you at all times to turn bad luck into good fortune. In the personal development context, it’s that magic you have about you that makes you a success, lands you a job and gets you what you want. It’s your ‘aura’; the thing that makes you unforgettable. The glint in your eye, or the snap in your every step. It’s that certain something that keeps you confident. We use this inner charm when we need to get something done, like when we want to impress someone or when we want to drive good fortune into our lives by the power of our mind alone. It is my belief that everyone is born with this ‘magic’ or ‘blessing’.  Considering this, it makes me wonder why a person would feel like he has lost this magic when a relationship ends. More than once, I’ve heard someone else say the phrase ‘unlucky in love’ with a dejected sigh. So… Did You Lose Your “Mojo” to Your Ex? After a break up, you might feel like you’re just a husk of your former self...

We've all heard those heartwarming tales of friends turned lovers in movies, songs, and maybe even in our own lives. There's something undeniably magical about the shift from platonic to romantic, where the familiar becomes something more. Today, we're delving into this enchanting realm, guided by Anne's (not her real name) relatable story, to help you decipher whether that special someone in your life might be feeling more than just friendship. Signs of a Budding Romance     Anne's predicament is a common one. She's caught in the gray area between friendship and romance, unsure of where her guy friend's heart truly lies. But, worry not, Anne – there are some telltale signs that can help you navigate this emotional terrain. Anne's question 1: We have a mutual understanding. It's like we're a couple without really talking about it. Everyone we know sees us as a couple. Are we really a couple? Response to Anne: Hey, Anne! First of all, kudos to you...

When my serious relationship ended, I didn’t realize how much time I’d spend replaying every moment, wondering where it all went wrong. There’s a certain weight that comes with breakups, a dull ache that makes it feel like the world is standing still while you’re still sifting through the ruins of what was once “us.” Moving on is never easy — it took me longer than I’d like to admit — but it’s also a necessary step in regaining your sense of self. Here’s what I learned from my personal experience when it comes to knowing when it’s time to move on after a breakup.        1.     You’re Holding on to Hope, But Nothing’s Changing     After my breakup, I kept clinging to the idea that we might get back together. I would analyze our last conversations, hoping to find some hidden message or clue that things could be fixed. I wasn't ready to accept that it was truly over. But with each passing day, nothing changed. The silence on their end said ...

There’s a strange kind of fog that rolls in after a breakup. Not just the obvious heartache or grief, but a deeper sense of disorientation — as if you've lost something more than just the relationship. For many of us, the hardest part of moving on isn’t letting go of the other person; it’s remembering who we were before the relationship ever began. When you’ve spent so much time being part of an “us,” it’s easy to forget what it felt like to be “just you.” I know this because I’ve been there. I woke up one day, long after the breakup, and realized that I couldn’t remember what made me   me   before the relationship. My interests, my routines, even the way I saw myself had become so wrapped up in the other person that I had no idea where they ended and I began.        How It Happens: The Slow Disappearance of “You” This loss of identity doesn’t happen all at once. It’s gradual, like a slow unraveling. You compromise, you adjust, and before you know...

I’ve been there. The sleepless nights, overthinking every word exchanged, and clinging to a relationship that, deep down, I knew wasn’t right. But I wasn’t ready to let go. I convinced myself that if I just tried harder, gave more, or   waited   longer, things would magically change. Spoiler alert: They didn’t. For a long time, I believed that compromise was essential in love. And it is — to an extent. But there’s a fine line between compromise and settling. And I didn’t realize I had crossed it until I found myself exhausted from running after people who didn’t see my worth.        How I Realized I Was Settling It wasn’t some grand epiphany or dramatic breakup. Instead, it was a series of small moments that accumulated like sand slipping through my fingers. Every unanswered text, every canceled plan, and every instance where I prioritized their needs over my own chipped away at my confidence.  At first, I brushed it off.   Maybe th...