growing up, i was taught boys don’t cry

growing up, i was taught boys don’t cry

Growing up, I was taught that boys don’t cry. So I swallowed my feelings. Bit my tongue. Made myself the safe space for everyone else, but never for myself. Because I saw the pain behind the masks people wear. And I wanted to fix it. I wanted to be the person they...

reconnection isn’t dead.

reconnection isn’t dead.

Reconnection isn’t dead. I know it feels like it sometimes. Because we’re more likely to send heart emojis than handwritten notes. Because it’s easier to swap voice memos than carve out time for a real conversation. Because everyone is too busy to schedule a meetup...

you’re not stuck. you’re buffering

you’re not stuck. you’re buffering

Dreams don't fade. They wait.  But the moment you step into your truest path, fear shows up—new, sharp, insistent. It calls you back to who you've always been. Feel it. Honor it.  But don’t let it hold you back.  Fear isn't a stop sign. It's a compass,...

the fight isn’t over

the fight isn’t over

The fight isn’t over.  The world is still heavy. The work is still demanding.  But in the middle of it all, we survive by refusing to let it steal our joy. If committing to your own joy and healing is selfish—then be f*cking selfish. It’s necessary....

maybe you just need a reset

maybe you just need a reset

Most people don’t need a new life. They just need a reset. A chance to step back.To see the patterns.To break the ones that aren’t working. But here’s the problem: Life doesn’t come with a reset button. So I made one. It’s called The Reset Workbook—a...

freshly cleaned vacuum

freshly cleaned vacuum

This morning, I cleaned out my vacuum. (Stay with me—I promise this is going somewhere.) I opened it up, and gross. It was full—dust, hair, all the little things that had been quietly piling up. It was doing its job, collecting everything in its path, never...