What if love isn’t meant to feel like a battlefield? A reflection on how we confuse intensity with connection, and why healthy love often feels like peace, safety, and coming home.
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You Should Have Planned Better
I was one class away from finishing my master's degree when I asked my dad for help paying for it. He said no. Looking back, I wonder if that moment became the foundation of my hypervigilance; the belief that if I planned well enough, carried enough, and anticipated every possibility, I would never have to ask for help again.
The Power of Words
A little reminder from my 2019 self that showed up in my memories today. It’s funny how time passes, but the weight and magic of words never change. Still feeling every bit of this today.
Why I Drive With My Lights On
Sometimes the safest thing we can do is stop hiding and let ourselves be fully seen.
Reclaim Your Siren Song
The Siren was never just a warning story. She has always been a symbol of voice, presence, autonomy, and the parts of ourselves we were taught to soften to remain acceptable. Reclaiming Your Siren Song is my first interactive digital workbook, created for anyone ready to stop shrinking and return to themselves.
Learning Contentment
What if contentment isn’t the end of ambition, but the beginning of presence? A reflective essay on awareness, sensitivity, and what we notice when we can no longer disappear into distraction.
We the People
The Open Circle This morning, I noticed a bumper sticker on a truck. The kind you can spot from a distance: lifted, oversized tires, the whole aesthetic dialed all the way up. The sticker itself was exactly what you might expect. A bold American flag. A familiar phrase stretched across it: “We the People.” I… Continue reading We the People
When Do I Turn Brand New
When do I turn brand new?Does it happen all at oncepoof, she’s gone,like the flick of a magician’s wand? Or is it gradual,unnoticeduntil one day you look backand see the distance? Like staying with my auntwho lives next to the freewaythe first night,the roar is all I hear.It rattles the glass.Then one day,I realizeI don’t… Continue reading When Do I Turn Brand New
Here Anyway
When I was young, it was easy for me to love. I handed out my heart like there was an infinite supply, like it was a thing that couldn't be dented, or bruised, or tossed aside. There was no math in my affection or comprehension of the harm others could do. At that age, love… Continue reading Here Anyway
The Fallow Season
In farming, there is a season where the land is left unsown. To anyone passing by, the field looks empty. Quiet. Even wasteful, especially when the sun is high and the growing season is in full swing. It can look like neglect. Like laziness. Like something is being missed. But that stillness isn’t absence. It’s… Continue reading The Fallow Season