Category: Notes from Life

Being divorced doesn’t mean you’re broken. It doesn’t make you less worthy of love, less capable of joy, or less whole. It simply means you’ve lived through something hard. You committed. You hoped. You tried. And when things didn’t work out, you kept going. There’s a quiet kind of courage in that. In starting over….

There’s something so grounding about finally realizing that love doesn’t need to feel like magic to be real. You’re not chasing some perfect story with glitter and fireworks and flawless moments. You’re not waiting to be “rescued” or hoping someone will sweep in and fix everything. That’s not love—that’s fantasy. Real love, the kind that…

If you grew up being taught to please, avoid conflict, or put others first—setting boundaries might feel unnatural. You might feel guilty, anxious, or even ashamed for saying, “No, that doesn’t work for me.” But here’s the truth: protecting your peace is not cruelty. It’s not selfishness. It’s not meanness. Boundaries are not walls that…

Somewhere along the way, we were taught that being lovable meant being less. Less loud. Less needy. Less emotional. Less visible. And for many of us, especially as women, that idea latched onto our bodies too—telling us to shrink, to tone down, to disappear just enough to be acceptable. But here’s the truth: love doesn’t…

Wanting intimacy doesn’t make you desperate. It doesn’t mean you’re needy or weak or haven’t “healed enough.” It means you’re human. Full stop. We don’t ask permission to breathe, to eat when we’re hungry, or to rest when we’re tired. So why do we feel like we need permission to crave closeness, touch, and connection?…

There are days when it feels like the world doesn’t see you. When you show up, give your all, carry your pain quietly—and still feel overlooked, unheard, or forgotten. You might question your worth in those moments. You might wonder if your presence actually matters. But it does. Your value doesn’t disappear just because someone…

Sometimes I look at my body and see all the marks left behind—stretch marks, softness, changes in shape—and for a moment, I forget the story they tell. But then I remember: this body didn’t just change for no reason. It grew. It endured. It survived things I didn’t think I’d make it through. This body…

Fear gets such a bad reputation. We’re told it’s weakness. That if we feel scared, we must be doing something wrong—or worse, that we are something wrong. But the truth is, fear is a natural, intelligent response. It means we’re paying attention. It means something matters. There’s no shame in being afraid. Fear doesn’t cancel…