What if the version of you that longs for someone else is the very thing holding you back? In this reflection, I unpack how self-love reshapes our relationships and why letting go of the past is the key to stepping into the life that’s waiting for you.

Pain isn’t just something we endure—it’s something we assign meaning to. In this personal reflection, I explore how labor and postpartum cracked open my beliefs about pain, strength, and the silent pressures we carry from past generations.

Postpartum depression is real—but so is a system that labels normal, human reactions as pathology instead of giving new mothers real support. What I went through wasn’t a disorder—it was the raw, unfiltered reality of becoming a new mother in a world built by men.

Everyone talks about sleep deprivation and postpartum depression, but no one prepared me for the bloody, swollen, leaky, stitched-up, night-sweaty, nipple-cracked reality of those early days. This is the truth about what the fourth trimester really feels like.

After 48 hours of labor and countless moments of being dismissed, I finally trusted my body, pushed when no one was watching, and brought my daughter into the world. This is the moment everything changed—and the real labor began.

In Part II of my birth story, I recount the emotional rollercoaster of finally being admitted, choosing an epidural, and facing judgment—not just from others, but from myself. This is the part where I start to reclaim my experience, one decision at a time.

In Part I of my birth story, I share the unexpected trauma of not being believed—of being in excruciating labor only to be turned away, again and again. This isn’t just a story about pain; it’s about rejection, resilience, and the emotional toll of fighting to be seen.

For years, I didn’t realize that so much of what made me feel “different” pointed to autism. In this post, I share why I chose to self-diagnose, how it’s helped me unmask, and what it means to claim this identity on my own terms.

This post unpacks the illusion of control, the root of manipulation, and how reclaiming your power starts with facing your fears—not fighting the system.

Reflecting on my pregnancy journey at 35 weeks, I share the surprising strengths, painful truths, and unexpected gifts that came from doing it without a partner—especially after leaving a toxic relationship. This honest pros-and-cons list is for anyone weighing their options, seeking clarity, or simply curious about the solo path to motherhood.

A recent dream forced me to face a truth I’ve been avoiding: I’ve been settling for far less than I truly want. In this post, I explore how I got stuck in survival mode and what it looks like to start wanting — and asking for — more.

If I didn’t pick up your call, it probably wasn’t because I didn’t see it—more like I saw it, froze, and spiraled. Let me explain.

Grief doesn’t only come with death—it shows up in endings of all kinds. In this raw reflection, I explore how grieving a relationship, a decision, and a version of myself ultimately brought me back to wholeness.

In this not-so-typical "get to know me," I share the quirky, creative, and very real parts of my life you probably didn’t expect.

After surviving covert abuse, I thought distance would bring peace — but the real healing began when I turned inward. In this post, I walk through the four stages that helped me reclaim my power and identity.

In this deeply personal post, I shed light on the silence that keeps covert abuse hidden—and the strength it takes to break free.

Recovery isn’t a magical fix—it’s an ongoing practice. As I prepare to become a mother, I’m learning how to live authentically without the mask of people-pleasing, one uncomfortable step at a time.

Pregnant, traumatized, and finally ready to face the truth—this is the story of how I began to break free from the grip of people-pleasing and reclaimed my life.