02/01/2026
Iāll be 28 this year, for my younger self, š¬ļøāØ
Iām laying the mask down.
Not because Iām braveā
but because Iām tired of pretending my body doesnāt speak,
that my mind doesnāt move differently,
that surviving hasnāt left marks.
Living with IBD/Crohnās, Anxiety/ADHD, and beautiful young children has taught me how much effort it takes just to arrive in my own life.āļø
For years, we searched for answers.
Years of being told this was normal.
That the pain was ordinary.
That the exhaustion was something to push through.
Being diagnosed later in lifeāespecially as a womanāmeans carrying the grief of all the years you were taught not to trust yourself. Of being told you were dramatic, lazy, too sensitive. Of learning to doubt your own knowing.
Of the shame to talk,
So I learned to mask.
To smile through flare-ups and paralysis.
To be capable while unraveling.
Sometimes the gaslighting came from strangers.
Sometimes from people who loved me.
This year isnāt about becoming more.
Itās about becoming honest. Itās about becoming powerful in understanding it all, the learning and unlearning. šŖ¬š§¬
Iām choosing to be the same person everywhereā
on screen and off,
in the yoga room and at home.
No polished version.
No leaving pieces of myself at the door to be believed.
Iām breaking cycles for my kids.
Teaching them that bodies arenāt problems to solve,
that rest is not weakness,
that emotions are weatherānot failures.šŖ·
Like the earth, I hold seasons.
Dormancy. Growth. Repair.
Roots doing their work in the dark.
And I trust that this, too, is part of becoming.
If you feel this within yourself,
Or you just need a safe space to be seen and welcomed on your healing journey
Come sit with me on the mat.
Not to fix yourself.
Not to push.
Just to breathe, to soften, to remember your body is not lying.
In this season, we are choosing honesty over perfection.
Presence over performance.
Gentleness over grit. šŖ½
This is what 28 looks like for meā
unmasked, tender, and still growing š±