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WTFourty
I didn’t glide into 40—I crashed into it.And the first thing I whispered to myself was exactly that:WTFourty… what is this? This wasn’t the version of 40 I imagined.I thought it would feel lighter… softer… more aligned.I thought I’d finally feel like a woman who understood her body, her needs, her boundaries, her peace. Instead, I walked into 40 and met a version of myself I didn’t recognize. My body felt foreign.My emotions lived at the surface.My anger was louder.My anxiety had its own pulse.My health shifted in ways that scared me.My routines—my work, my businesses, the parts of my life I used to manage with ease—felt heavy, unorganized, and…
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The Weight We Carry
There is a weight we carry that doesn’t show up in mirrors…but it shows up everywhere else. It shows up in our silence.In our tired smiles…In the emptiness of our eyes. In the way our shoulders stay tense even when we’re trying to rest.In the way we swallow what we should’ve screamed.In the way we keep showing up when nobody has shown up for us. Some of us learned young that life wasn’t waiting for our tears.So we stitched ourselves together with strength we didn’t choose…and kept moving like survival was our birthright. But here’s the truth I had to face…carrying everything is not strength.Sometimes it’s punishment.Sometimes it’s habit.Sometimes it’s…
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Why Vulnerability is Your Superpower
Vulnerability used to feel dangerous to me.Not because I didn’t want to be honest…but because I didn’t always feel safe letting people see the parts of me I was still trying to understand myself. I grew up learning how to be strong, how to push through, how to keep moving no matter what life put on my shoulders.But no one ever taught me how to be open.How to be held.How to let myself be human without feeling like I was failing. So I armored up.I covered what hurt.I mastered silence.I carried myself like someone who could handle anything… even when I was breaking privately. But somewhere on this journey —…
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One-Sided Relationships: When Loving Them Costs You Yourself
Let’s talk about something we don’t always say out loud— The heartbreak that doesn’t come from a breakup… but from showing up for people who don’t show up for you. You know the kind: You remember their birthday, their interview, their breakdown from three Tuesdays ago. They forget your name when they’re busy. You send long texts, voice notes, lifelines. They reply with dry “okays” and emojis—or not at all. You love out loud. They stay on mute. You give grace. They give breadcrumbs. That kind of relationship? It’s a slow erosion of self. It’s planting in soil that never intends to grow anything back. And if you’re honest—it hurts…
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Peeling Back
I’m Done Hoarding What No Longer Serves Me Lately, I’ve been peeling back layers—some intentionally, others by force. Each layer uncovers something new: trauma that was done to me… and if I’m honest, some that I’ve inflicted on myself. It’s been uncomfortable. Necessary. Healing. I found myself surrounded by what I now call “organized chaos.” Things that once held meaning or purpose, stacked neatly in my life like trophies. But lately, I had to ask myself—do these things still serve me? And more importantly, do I still serve them? We hold onto stuff—physical, emotional, spiritual—just to prove we survived something. Or that we accomplished something. We keep people around because…
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Naked Doesn’t Mean Weak!
Naked Doesn’t Mean Weak We’ve been taught to cover up. To protect. To perform strength.Smile when we’re broken. Keep going when we’re empty. Wear confidence like armor, even when we’re crumbling inside. But here’s the truth: being naked is not the same as being weak. Being naked means choosing truth over performance.It’s the brave act of taking off what no longer fits — the shame, the silence, the expectations, the survival strategies that kept us afloat but now keep us stuck.It’s saying: this is me, without the mask. And I am still worthy. We confuse vulnerability with weakness because society glorifies pretending. We were praised for holding it together, not…
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The Power of Self-Worth in Healing: You Deserve Your Own Love
For so long, I didn’t understand the connection between self-worth and healing. I spent years trying to heal, but I was missing a crucial piece of the puzzle—believing I was worthy of that healing in the first place. I thought healing was something I had to earn or prove I deserved. But here’s the truth I wish I knew earlier: Healing starts when you recognize your own worth. The Link Between Self-Worth and Healing If we don’t believe we’re worthy of love, compassion, and healing, how can we truly start the journey? Our self-worth is the foundation for all the growth and healing that follows. The moment I began to…
