Rewriting the Story of Laziness For so long, I believed the lie. That my slowness meant weakness. That my need for rest meant failure. That the undone dishes or unfinished tasks proved I just wasn’t disciplined enough. I wore the word lazy  like a hidden label. Ashamed of it. Afraid of it. Convinced it was true. But it wasn’t. Not Lazy—Just Carrying Too Much The day I finally stopped and looked closer, I saw it clearly: I wasn’t resisting because I didn’t care. I was resistin

Listening to the Messages Beneath the Burnout For a long time, I treated exhaustion like an inconvenience. Something to be managed. Pushed through. Covered with caffeine or swallowed with guilt. I thought being tired meant I wasn’t strong enough, organized enough, disciplined enough. That if I just got better at managing my time or emotions, the heaviness would lift. But eventually, the fatigue became too loud to ignore. It settled into my skin. Not just physical tiredness—b

Tiny Acts of Self-Compassion That Help Me Come Back to Myself When life feels heavy, complicated, or emotionally loud, I’ve learned that...

A Quiet Truth I’m Learning to Hold There’s an unspoken expectation many of us carry, especially in marriage: That we should always be...

A Quiet Rebellion Against Self-Erasure For most of my life, I thought boundaries were walls—something rigid, cold, or even selfish. I...

There’s a version of motherhood we’re handed long before we ever become mothers. She’s always calm. Always selfless. She knows exactly...

The Hidden Weight of Emotional Labor There’s a question that loops quietly in the back of my mind on certain days: Am I being selfish?...

And What It's Been Instead I thought marriage would feel like a safe place to land. I thought it would be a space of shared growth, of...

For years, I lived inside lab reports and data sets, the sterileness of fluorescent lights, and the endless cycle of productivity that...

A Tribute to My Dog, My True Companion Before my marriage, before my son, before the hard conversations and the emotional...

There’s a quiet moment that arrives after years of noise. It doesn’t come with fireworks or a dramatic breakdown. It comes like a deep...