Week 17: How I Celebrate Myself

How I Celebrate Myself (Without Feeling Guilty About It) There was a time when celebrating myself felt...wrong. Like, who did I think I was to throw an internal party just because I said no to something that drained me? Or because I finally kept a boundary without apologizing six times after? That, my friends, is... Continue Reading →

Week 15: The Role of Trust in My Healing

The Role of Trust in My Healing: Or How I Learned to Stop Side-Eyeing Myself There was a moment (okay, many moments) when I realized I didn’t really trust myself. Not with decisions, not with people, and definitely not with online shopping past 9 p.m. Healing was happening, slowly, but trust? That felt like assembling... Continue Reading →

Week 12: Releasing the Need for Approval

Releasing the Need for Approval: Reflect on moments where you’ve let go of external validation. My Ongoing Battle with People-Pleasing Rehab There was a time when a side-eye from a stranger could send me into an existential crisis. Did I say something wrong? Did I wear the wrong shoes? Am I radiating "bad person" energy?... Continue Reading →

Week 9: Practicing Radical Acceptance

Practicing Radical Acceptance: It Is What It Is (Even If I Don’t Like It) I used to believe that if I just tried hard enough, planned well enough, and cared deeply enough, life would bend to my will. Spoiler alert: It didn’t. Instead, life did what it wanted, and I exhausted myself fighting against reality.... Continue Reading →

Week 4 – How I Measure Progress Beyond Perfection

January 2025: Reflecting on the Journey - How I Measure Progress Beyond Perfection For a long time, I thought progress had to look like a perfectly checked-off to-do list, pristine accomplishments, or flawless execution. Somewhere along the way, I equated success with perfection—and let me tell you, that’s a fast-track to burnout and feeling like you’re... Continue Reading →

The Swoosh of the Backslide

Did you hear it? It was so quiet one would scarcely notice. The "swoosh" of the backslide. My backslide. Not even I heard it. I was just there. I missed all the warning signs that I'm sure were posted all along the way. Do you know why? I missed them because I was too damn... Continue Reading →

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