Tag: love
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The Trial Inside My Head: Why I’m Finally Putting Down the Red Pen
If someone else spoke to me the way i speak to myself, I would call it emotional abuse. I would tell a friend to walk away from that relationship; I would recognize it as toxic and cruel. But because the voice lives inside my own skull, I call it “accountability.” I hold myself to standards…
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The War Between the “Big Picture” and the Dirty Dishes.
I know the checklist of gratitude by heart. I have the “shoulds” perfectly memorised: The sun is shining. My daughter is happy and healthy. I have a safe home. I have people who love me and listen to me vent. If I were a character in a book, this would be the point where I…
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8 Ways To Build Confidence (While Still Figuring Life Out)
For most of my life, I lived with a quiet, persistent suspicion: everyone else has a secret that i missed. I’ve spent years scrolling through social media, watching carefully curated lives unfold on a screen, and feeling the stinging ache of being “behind.” I compared my messy, unpolished reality to everyone else’s highlight reel and…
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The Invisible Timeline
Most of us walk through adulthood carrying a hidden document in our minds. It is unwritten, unspoken, and completely fictional, yet we treat it like a a binding legal contract. I call it the invisible timeline. It is the strict, internal schedule we create for exactly when our lives are suppose to reach a certain…
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The Performance of Being Good
Somewhere along the way I confused being good with being everything. Good mothers don’t lose their patience. Good partners don’t complain to much. Good women don’t need reassurance. Good people don’t drop the ball. So I performed it. I performed calm. I performed capable. I performed selflessly Even when I was exhausted – especially when…
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The Social Media Spiral
It doesn’t start dramatically. It starts with a heavy sigh, a quiet moment on the couch, or a five-minute break between tasks. I pick up my phone. Just a scroll. Just a bit of “down time”. But within minutes, the air in the room feels thinner. I feel behind. I’m behind on motherhood. Behind on…
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The Myth of Having it All Together
When we are children, adulthood looks like a fortress of absolute certainty. We watch the adults around us move through the world with an assumed authority, assuming they hold a secret map we haven’t been given yet. We look at teachers, parents, and older siblings and think. They know exactly what they’re doing. We imagine…
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Still Figuring Life Out
There is a quiet pressure that tells us we should always have the next stepped mapped out. We are expected to have the perfect answers, the flawless routine, and a clear, unshakeable direction. But life rarely moves in a straight line, and the closer you look at the people who seem to have it all…
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