One of the biggest things I’ve learned on my healing journey is this: We spend so much of our lives looking outside ourselves for answers only we can give ourselves. We ask other people what we should do. How we should feel. What decision we should make. What path we should take. We search for certainty everywhere. Friends. Partners. Therapists. Social media. Podcasts. Books. Experts. And don’t get me wrong, support matters. But at some point I had to realize something uncomf

I hear people say all the time: “I just need more time.” More time to work out. More time to rest. More time to figure things out. More time to finally feel calm. More time to start living the life they actually want. And honestly? As someone who has had more free time than the average person over the years, I can tell you with 100% confidence: More time is not always a gift. Especially if you’re an overthinker. Because if your nervous system is wired for anxiety, self-pressu

Facebook memories are honestly suck a mind fuck. One minute it’s your kid wearing rain boots backwards in 2016. The next it’s : “Here’s a memory of you launching your 47th life-changing business idea with the energy of a woman absolutely convinced THIS ONE is the thing.” And lately my memories have basically become a montage of me trying to save the world one emotionally vulnerable workshop at a time. Self-sabotage workshops. The Me Movement community. Renting an actual boat

I genuinely love being a caring person. Like… deeply. Not in a performative “look how kind I am” way either. I mean it truly matters to me when another woman says something like: “I feel so seen by you.” That sentence honestly hits me right in the soul every single time. Because I know what it feels like to move through life feeling Unseen. Misunderstood. Too much. Not enough. Invisible. Lonely. So when women open up to me, I feel it. And I think because of that, I naturally