PinnedThe Job Is Stable. The Pay Is Decent. But I’m Losing Myself.Anger was the language of love in my family. That’s what I grew up with. It was how my father expressed himself, and how my mother…May 23A response icon1May 23A response icon1
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Change Is Hard — Even When It’s the Right ThingChange is a stressful thing.Jul 9A response icon2Jul 9A response icon2
Why I Don’t Drink AlcoholI never used to think much about alcohol. Honestly, I thought it was cool. It was part of life — family parties, birthdays, holidays…Jul 4Jul 4
Published inModern WomenThe Quiet Pillar: Real Strength Doesn’t Put on a ShowShe walks in quietly, the same way she moves through the world — with intention, without needing attention.Jun 30Jun 30
How I Survived HomeWhen I was a teenager, it was a lot easier to distract myself. I’d sleep too much, sulk, and disappear into my own little world — not…Jun 30Jun 30
Published inModern WomenGrowing PainsA Little Sass, a Lot of HeartacheJun 11A response icon2Jun 11A response icon2
Published inModern WomenThe Grass Isn’t GreenerWe live in a world that moves fast — and expects us to move faster.Jun 3Jun 3