<?xml version="1.0" encoding="UTF-8"?><rss xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/" xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/" xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" version="2.0"><channel><title><![CDATA[NovaNest]]></title><description><![CDATA[Nova Nest Publishers]]></description><link>https://novanestpublishers.wixsite.com/novanest/blog</link><generator>RSS for Node</generator><lastBuildDate>Sun, 02 Aug 2026 08:52:42 GMT</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="https://novanestpublishers.wixsite.com/novanest/blog-feed.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title><![CDATA[The Aftermath No One Talks About]]></title><description><![CDATA[Grief doesn’t just take a person. It reveals people. When my mother died, I thought I understood loss.When my father died, I understood something else entirely. I was now alone with the people who had made my childhood unbearable. There is a particular kind of silence that follows a parent’s death.Not peaceful. Not reflective. This one hums.With everything unsaid.Everything that will remain unsaid. And in that silence, the past doesn’t return gradually.It  reasserts itself. The jokes that...]]></description><link>https://novanestpublishers.wixsite.com/novanest/post/the-aftermath-no-one-talks-about</link><guid isPermaLink="false">69c1cb32e209a0902843dcb3</guid><pubDate>Mon, 23 Mar 2026 23:31:11 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/e83844_fb095d42075e4636820135e936b9c919~mv2.png/v1/fit/w_960,h_1000,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Riley Tomes</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[A Song for Someone Who Wasn't]]></title><description><![CDATA[On finding yourself in the wreckage of someone else’s chaos. Nearly a year ago, my life turned upside down when I met someone I’ll call “J.” What followed was a year of blurred lines, emotional whiplash, and unanswered questions. Through this space—and through my journaling—I’ll share the full story of what has transpired. But for now, I’ll begin at the moment that still sits heavy in my chest: when “J” insisted we have a conversation after a mutual friend had abruptly left our new apartment....]]></description><link>https://novanestpublishers.wixsite.com/novanest/post/mindfulness-techniques-for-everyday-life</link><guid isPermaLink="false">692331cbd63753fe4b990252</guid><pubDate>Sun, 23 Nov 2025 16:09:47 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/e83844_1ae611b6b4f846c4aab93f85a1283fe7~mv2.jpg/v1/fit/w_1000,h_512,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>novanestpublishers</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[The Emotional Ultimatum]]></title><description><![CDATA[A quiet conversation becomes a turning point - the moment I realize that proximity isn't the same as care, and silence isn't the same as safety. Some conversations don’t start with words. They start with energy—static, uneasy, invisible to anyone else but you. That’s how this one began. Not with a sentence, but with a shift in the air that made it hard to breathe. I knew we were about to have our first difficult conversation—the kind that peels away whatever illusions you’ve been clinging to....]]></description><link>https://novanestpublishers.wixsite.com/novanest/post/how-mindfulness-reduces-stress-and-anxiety</link><guid isPermaLink="false">692331cbd63753fe4b990250</guid><pubDate>Sun, 23 Nov 2025 16:09:47 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/e83844_c2dba3fda4864409a79688552676bd17~mv2.webp/v1/fit/w_1000,h_971,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>novanestpublishers</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[She'll Be Fine]]></title><description><![CDATA[That phrase haunted me for years. As if my discomfort didn't count. As if my peace was disposable. Eventually, I stopped being fine with it. For most of my life, I handed out respect like party favors. To classmates who didn’t deserve it. To teachers who didn’t notice. To family who wouldn’t return it. I stayed quiet. I worked hard. I learned early that being liked meant being small, and for years, I perfected the art of being overlooked. At some point—I’m not even sure when—I realized this:...]]></description><link>https://novanestpublishers.wixsite.com/novanest/post/the-benefits-of-practicing-mindfulness-daily</link><guid isPermaLink="false">692331c9933da9c9fc57af85</guid><pubDate>Sun, 23 Nov 2025 16:09:45 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/e83844_6cbdbf4418ac420083d03b9b96f6c05f~mv2.webp/v1/fit/w_1000,h_1000,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>novanestpublishers</dc:creator></item></channel></rss>