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
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
Because every “I’m fine” comes with terms and conditions. The day I realized “I’m fine” had become my default setting, I was standing in the bathroom, staring at my reflection — jaw tight, neck stiff, eyes tired, smile forced. My body had been changing in ways that felt foreign. Sleep
