Month: January 2026

(When pain stops being your identity) For a long time, my struggles felt like home. They shaped how I spoke. How I explained myself. How I understood who I was. Pain gave my story structure. It gave meaning to my resilience. It gave

Letting go is often spoken about as a single moment. Like it is a decision you land upon one fine day, a turning point or a clean break. But in real life, letting go is rarely that neat. It is slow and uneven.

For a long time, I believed kindness was something you offered when you were safe. When things were going well, or when you can say you have had enough. Basically, when nothing was at risk. In difficult moments, I thought strength had to

For many years, I believed emotions were something to manage, control and regulate. To keep in check so they wouldn’t interfere with life. I knew how to function. I knew how to show up. I knew how to keep going even when something

For a long time, I believed success was something you could point to. A role, a milestone or a moment that proved you were doing life “right.” Success became visible. I could track it and mostly share it. For a while, that definition