My Worth Is Not Measured by What I Do for Others
Let’s breathe this in together. Your value does not come from how much you give, how much you sacrifice, or […]
Let’s breathe this in together. Your value does not come from how much you give, how much you sacrifice, or […]
Let’s sit with this one slowly, like a warm cup of tea you sip when the world feels too loud.
Let’s start right here – where most of our shame lives – in our bodies. Have you ever been called
Somewhere along the way, many of us learned that needing rest made us weak. That wanting beauty made us shallow.
The world trains us to believe that softness is a reward. That we can only be gentle after we’ve achieved
Sometimes, out of nowhere, a memory will rise. A version of you before all the heaviness. Before the survival mode.
We’ve been fed this strange lie that rest is a reward. That it’s something you earn only after exhaustion. That
Somewhere along the way, being strong turned into being isolated. Carrying it all became the badge. And asking for help?
No one taught us how much our nervous systems carry. They just expected us to push through. Be productive. Be