There are days when I’m running on empty. The dishes are piled high, someone’s crying, and I can’t remember the […]
For so long, safety may have felt like something outside of you—something you had to earn, beg for, or stumble
I used to think that my worth lived in a number. That somehow, a lower weight meant a better me—more
There was a time I thought being a parent meant shaping my children into something—a version of what I’d always
You are not trapped in the version of yourself you used to be.Not the girl who stayed silent. Not the
For years, I thought I just didn’t have enough willpower. That if I could just stick to the plan, the
I used to think that parenting had to follow a script—the one handed down, often silently, through generations. A script
You don’t need to be perfect to deserve kindness. You don’t have to have it all figured out to take
I used to think being soft made me fragile. That my tenderness, my empathy, my gentle ways of showing up