🧬Hope Has A Pulse

 

A space for the stories we carry and the ones we become.

 

Welcome. I’m Varnika.

I’m not here to teach you how to live.
I’m here to sit with you while you feel alive — in all the messy, painful, beautiful ways that life demands.

I created Hope Has A Pulse for people like us:

People who’ve lost more than they know how to say.
People who carry stories that were never heard.
People who feel too much, too deeply, too quietly.
People who have been asked to “move on” from things that still ache.

This is a place for the ones who survived without a guidebook.

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🌙 Why this space exists?

 

HHAP was born from grief — from the kind that rearranges you.
From watching someone you love slip into memory.
From trying to understand hope even when life doesn’t make sense.

I built this space because no one talks about what happens after the loss:

The silence.
The guilt.
The anger.
The reshaping.
The rebuilding.
The tiny sparks of hope that come back in unexpected moments.

Here, all of that is allowed.

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🌕 Why you belong here?

 

Because your story has a pulse.
Even when it feels faint.
Even when you don’t know what to do with it.

HHAP is for:

✨ People healing
✨ People grieving
✨ People searching for meaning
✨ People learning to love themselves again
✨ People trying to understand their own minds
✨ People who feel alone in their story

You’re not here by accident.
Something in you wants to breathe again.

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⭐ What you’ll find here?

Life Stories

Real, human experiences — mine and others’. The kind that remind you you’re not alone.

Philosophy

Reflections on pain, purpose, hope, identity, and the strange, beautiful ways life unfolds.

Poetry

Raw emotion. Unfiltered. The words that fall out when nothing else makes sense.

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🫀Join me!

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Not as a follower.
Not as a reader.
But as a heartbeat added to this space.

Share your story if you want to.
Take what you need.
Leave what you can.
Come back whenever life feels heavy — or hopeful.

This space is yours as much as it is mine.

Because hope isn’t something you wait for.
It’s something you create.
And as long as we’re here…

Hope has a pulse.
And it’s yours.