Category: At Home in My Body

Parenting from fear is easy. It’s what most of us grew up with—warnings that sounded like threats, silence that felt like punishment, guilt used as a leash. But fear doesn’t teach. It only controls. And guilt doesn’t nurture—it just confuses. The kind of parent I want to be doesn’t use fear to get obedience. I…

Starting again can feel heavy. Like you’re picking up the pieces of something that didn’t work, with the pressure to prove that you’ve “got it right” this time. But here’s what I’ve come to learn—starting over isn’t a sign of failure. It’s one of the clearest signs that you’re alive, aware, and still reaching for…

It’s so easy to feel like you’re late.Late to heal. Late to love. Late to figure things out. Like everyone else got the map, and you’re just wandering through the woods alone, trying to make sense of everything. But time doesn’t run the same for everyone. There is no universal schedule for becoming yourself. Maybe…

There’s this idea we carry—quiet and heavy—that if we feel too much, cry too often, or get overwhelmed by the weight of things, then something must be wrong with us. That maybe we’re too sensitive. Too emotional. Too weak. But the truth is, feeling deeply isn’t a flaw. It’s a strength. It means we’ve let…

Starting over used to feel like failure to me. Like I had lost something, or wasted time, or fallen behind. But now, I see it differently. I see it more like a season—just one part of the rhythm of being alive. Nature is always beginning again. The tree doesn’t mourn its fallen leaves. It lets…

Money, like water or sunlight, isn’t good or bad in itself. It’s just a resource—something that flows, something we work with. And just like water, it can nourish or drown. Just like sunlight, it can grow life or burn. It all depends on how we use it. I used to feel a lot of shame…

For so long, I thought my body was something I had to fix. Like it was wrong until proven worthy—too soft, too big, too different. I’d stand in front of the mirror and zero in on every part that didn’t match what I’d been taught to admire. And somewhere along the way, I stopped seeing…

We put so much pressure on ourselves to get parenting right. To say all the right things, do all the right things, never lose our cool, always know the answer. But that kind of perfection doesn’t exist—and honestly, it’s not what our kids need most. What they need is you. Not some polished, superhuman version…

We don’t have to wait until we’re fully healed, flawless, or “ready” to be loved. Love isn’t something we earn once we’ve checked all the boxes or figured ourselves out. It’s not the final prize we get after surviving everything. Real love—the kind that nourishes us—meets us right in the middle of our becoming. It…