This week, I took my mom to a movie--she is turning 80 this week, so I try to grab moments when I can.  We went to see "Regretting You." I didn’t know what it was about but, It turned out to be a story of loss, betrayal, and the complicated ways parents try to protect their children from truths t...

“…But little by little, as you left their voices behind, the stars began to burn through the sheets of clouds, and there was a new voice which you slowly recognized as your own…” — Mary Oliver, “The Journey”

After betrayal, heartbreak, or deep loss, one of the most common questions people as...

In today’s world, hustle culture has become a badge of honor — a relentless push to be productive, successful, and constantly “on.” Social media amplifies it with slogans like “rise and grind” and “sleep is for the weak,” glorifying overwork and making rest feel like failure. But beneath this ...

“The standard you walk past is the standard you accept.” — David Morrison

There was a recent article in a UK magazine that described having a boyfriend as “embarrassing.” Not toxic. Not problematic. Just... embarrassing. That word stuck with me. It felt like a symptom of something deeper—som...

Betrayal cuts deep. Whether it’s a broken promise, a fractured friendship, or a partner’s deception, the sting of betrayal often leaves us questioning everything—especially trust. But what if betrayal isn’t just a personal wound, but part of a larger energetic pattern?

Many spiritual thinkers an...

“Owning our story and loving ourselves through that process is the bravest thing we’ll ever do.” — Brené Brown

Tonight, I had a panic attack in martial arts class.

Sweating. Shaking. Breathless. The room spun. I had to sit down while everyone looked on, asking if I was okay. I wasn’t. And I...

Last night in martial arts class, I watched a young boy take his belt test. Every week leading up to it, he asked the same question: “Am I ready yet?” His eyes sparkled with hope, his body moved with determination, and his heart was wide open. He wanted it so badly. And I saw him work—really work...

I used to think I was just chill. But emotionally? I was like a phone with 3% battery and no charger in sight. Functional, barely. Available? Not really.

If someone offered help, I’d say, “Oh no, I’ve got it!” while juggling flaming swords, a broken heart, and three overdue therapy sessions. ...

We live in a world that worships strength. From the gym to the battlefield, from boardrooms to movie screens, we’re taught that power lies in how much we can lift, endure, or dominate. We wear our toughness like armor—literal and metaphorical—believing it will protect us from harm, rejectio...

It was Saturday morning, crisp and quiet, and I was walking around the lake with a friend. The water was still, the path familiar. We talked about life, work, the usual things—and then she said it: “I know he isn’t what I want long-term.” Her voice was calm, almost detached, like she’d rehearsed...