I watched my TikTok algorithm panic about perimenopause for months. Then I started asking who actually benefits.
I watched my TikTok algorithm panic about perimenopause for months. Then I started asking who actually benefits.
You can care deeply about your skin and still be completely at peace with getting older. These two things are allowed to exist at the same time.
My reflexologist took one look at my feet and knew exactly what kind of weekend I had. No context given. No questions asked. Just knowing.
Kindness without boundaries is not kindness. It is people pleasing with a smile on it, and I spent years confusing the two.
Sometimes my Pisces Moon energy is a gift. Other times it has completely got the better of me and I have the situationships to prove it.
Bad dancing in the kitchen with a judgemental black cat watching is somehow the most freeing thing I have done for my mental health.
The anger women swallow to stay palatable does not disappear. It goes somewhere, and your body keeps an honest record of all of it.
Turns out the truth about who was the problem sits somewhere deeply uncomfortable in the middle, and I had to be honest about both sides.
I’ve learned that having a sacred space for self-care isn’t a luxury – it’s essential. Here’s how to create a space just for you.
Turns out I have been journalling for years without calling it that, and it is nothing like the aesthetic nonsense I was resisting.
If I’ve got five spare minutes and a jaw that’s tense, I’m doing my gua sha at the bus stop. Multitasking queen.
Healing is part of my life, not my whole identity. I refuse to make self-work my entire personality anymore.