I didn't know that healing would feel less like a glow-up and more like a demolition site with great lighting. It’s sold to us as a tidy arc: breakdown, breakthrough, soft lighting, thriving. A before-and-after montage with just the right filter and a sudden yoga habit. But real healing? Real transformation? It’s messy. It’s confrontational.… Continue reading This Isn’t the Glow-Up They Promised
Confessions of a Late Bloomer Part 8 I have spent years falling for almost.The almost-love.The almost-available.The almost-ready.The almost-promises whispered late at night, wrapped in just enough sweetness to make me hope. I listened to sugar-coated words and called them sincerity.I ignored red flags and called them "growth edges."I mistook affection for intention. But almost never… Continue reading On Almost
