Essays for women who are done performing “fine” and ready to listen to themselves again — on self-trust, power, and coming home to who they really are.
A few months ago, I got a text that would’ve wrecked me a few years ago. Nothing catastrophic — just the kind of message that used to send me straight into defense mode: heart racing, mind spinning, thumbs typing paragraphs no one asked for. But this time, I put the
The first time I said no and didn’t follow it with an explanation, I waited for lightning to strike. It didn’t. No one yelled. No one crumbled. The world didn’t end. But my nervous system didn’t get the memo. I felt it in my chest — that familiar spike of
For most of my life, I thought my sensitivity was a flaw. Too much. Too intense. Too emotional. I could cry over a commercial, sense tension in a room before anyone spoke, or feel an argument coming days before it surfaced — like my nervous system was picking up signals
