03/30/2026
Today’s journey was around releasing guilt and shame… and I could see just how long I’ve been holding onto it.
Not just carrying it— housing it.
Letting it shape how I see myself.
That quiet feeling of never quite being enough.
And as I sat in the room today… holding space for new and returning breathers…
I could see it in other women too.
Not always spoken.
But felt.
The same weight.
The same patterns.
The same softness underneath it all.
And it hit me—
how many of us have been holding this for far too long.
There are very few pictures of me from that time in my life… during a chapter where my mental health reached a breaking point.
I used to look at this image with so much shame.
It would eat at me.
Just me… fumbling to untangle my earbuds—
as tangled as my grasp on reality felt in that moment.
I wanted to forget it.
Push it away.
Pretend it wasn’t part of me.
But I don’t see it that way anymore.
I’m not trying to erase that version of me…
or pretend it didn’t happen.
I’m learning to see what it taught me—
about mental health, about what happens when we stay strong for too long, about how quietly things can build beneath the surface.
I’ve been working at seeing shame differently…
As Gabor Maté shares—
shame isn’t who we are… it’s something we learned.
And if it was learned,
it doesn’t have to stay.
Maybe it’s more like a visitor.
One we’ve let move in…
when it was never meant to.
And today felt like a small shift.
Not forcing it out— but no longer making space for it the same way.
A collective of brave women… willing to lean into the unknown and meet themselves there.