I’ve always been a hopeless romantic. The kind of person who tears up during love stories, smiles at elderly couples holding hands, and secretly believes that somewhere out there is someone who will feel like home. I don’t think I’ll ever stop believing in love. But lately… I’ve started wondering if I’ve been overlooking the…

If someone spoke to your best friend the way you sometimes speak to yourself, how would you react? Would you let someone constantly call them lazy? Tell them they’re not good enough? Remind them of every mistake they’ve ever made? Point out every flaw they have? Probably not. Yet many of us do exactly that…

There’s a strange kind of freedom that comes from finally letting go. Not giving up. Not pretending something never mattered. Just quietly loosening your grip on the things that were exhausting your heart. I think for a long time I believed holding on meant strength. Holding on to people. Old versions of myself. Expectations. Guilt.…

Lately, this has been sitting heavy with me… especially when I look at the gap between how I feel and what I’m being told to do. I was raised around the mindset of just keep going.  Push through it. Don’t stop. You’ll be fine. And I get it. I really do.  That mentality comes from…

For a while, I used to read that as instability. Like I couldn’t decide who I was supposed to be, or I kept “starting over” instead of building something steady. But I don’t see it that way anymore. I think I was just growing in real time. Every pivot I made wasn’t me losing myself—it…

There was a time when I thought being a good person meant always being available. I answered every text. I listened to every problem. I gave people chance after chance because I believed that’s what kindness looked like. But somewhere along the way, I realized I was pouring so much into everyone else that I…

There’s something strangely vulnerable about being the person who reminds others to rest… while secretly forgetting how to rest yourself. I’ve spent so much time building spaces around self-care, mental health, healing, boundaries, and softness. I write reminders people save to their phones. I create comforting words I hope make someone feel less alone. But…

For most of my life, I measured my worth by how proud I could make other people. My parents. My boss. People online. Even strangers who didn’t really know me. If they were impressed, I felt okay. If they weren’t… I felt like I failed. And the hardest part? I didn’t even realize I was…

I came across something by Allison Lyons about the season of undoing… and it stuck with me. Because she’s right. Sometimes we don’t need to do more. We don’t need to fix everything. We don’t need to constantly be improving or pushing forward. Sometimes… we just need to slow down. The Pressure to Always Be “On” Life…