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
There’s power in naming what we want out loud.Even when it’s messy.Even when it feels like too much.Especially then. But I won’t pretend it’s easy.I’ve spoken my desire and watched everything fall apart.I’ve asked for more and have been met with endings.I’ve used my voice and then questioned if I should’ve stayed quiet. So for… Continue reading What I’m Learning About Wanting
She thought she was blooming late.She even called herself a late bloomer. But perhaps the most important realization is the one that lives deep in her bones now: She isn’t blooming late.She’s blooming exactly when she’s meant to. And right now, she’s waiting. Sitting in the pause. Holding space. Not rushing to grasp, clarify, define,… Continue reading A Love Letter to the Woman Who Waited
Some shifts arrive quietly, not with destruction, but with invitation. Not because something has broken, but because something deeper is asking to be born. Lately, I’ve felt a change in how I’m being asked to show up in the world, especially in relationships. Where I once felt most at home in my fire, in bold… Continue reading Bridging the Fire and Stillness
