
07/08/2025
I used to think love meant being easy to love.
Quiet. Low maintenance. Always agreeable.
I’d mold myself into whatever felt “loveable” just to feel safe.
But real love—healthy love—doesn’t require you to disappear.
It invites you to show up fully.
To be seen in your messiness, your moods, your truth.
And to still be met with care.
Healing my people-pleasing made space for this kind of love.
The kind where I don’t have to perform to be chosen.
Just be.
If you’re unlearning old patterns in your relationships,
I write a weekly letter that might feel like a deep exhale.
Link in Bio 🔗 💌