“You’ve gone full Rapunzel,” my friend teased, half-laughing, half-concerned. “Are you ever coming down from that tower?”

She meant it playfully, but the image stuck. A woman in a tower, wrapped in quiet, choosing solitude not as punishment—but as medicine. For me, stillness has been a way to re...

I saw a TikTok yesterday. A woman stood in front of her bathroom mirror, mascara smudged, holding a sticky note that read: “I am still worthy.” She whispered it like a secret. The caption said: “Day 37 of loving myself after betrayal.” It had 2.3 million views.

There’s a whole genre of these now...