Lately, I’ve been sitting with a feeling I don’t quite have a name for. It isn’t exactly sadness. It isn’t loneliness in the way people usually mean it. It’s not emptiness either. It feels more like the quiet aftermath — the space that shows up when you stop running, stop distracting, stop filling every gap with noise or people or plans. The part no one prepares you for. The art of simply being. No one explains just how uncomfortable being uncomfortable actually feels. We tal

We’re told to let go. We’re told to move on. We’re told to heal— like it’s a switch we can turn on. They say it’s a journey, a winding road, but no one explains what we’re meant to unload. I know I’ve had my trauma. I know I’ve cried my tears. I’ve shared in the anger, the betrayal, the painful years. I struggle when I face the mirror, when my own eyes look back. It hurts to feel like I’m not enough, like I’m missing something I lack. I carry my own bag of fears— some learned

Everyone is going to write their traditional Thanksgiving gratitude posts tomorrow, expressing how thankful they are for everything going well and for the things that bring happiness and joy to their lives. Of course, I am grateful for many of those types of things in my life as well, but this post isn’t about that. This is your unconventional Thanksgiving gratitude post, and I hope it resonates with some of you. This year, I’m grateful for the things that didn’t feel like bl

It wasn’t supposed to happen like this. You meet your person. You fall in love. You dream of a long, happy life together. You promise each other the world. “We aren’t going to be like our parents,” or “We’ll never end up like everyone else,” you say. A beautiful wedding. Children. A life you build with the belief it will be forever. Supposed to be. Supposed. Key word. No one gets married expecting it to end in divorce. We always believe in forever. That’s what the fairytales

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