01/28/2026
There are moments when everything feels like it’s sitting on your chest. The grief, the anger, the sadness, the exhaustion. Not because you’re weak, but because you’re human. For a long time, I thought strength meant pushing through, silencing what I felt, and becoming someone who didn’t need anything from anyone, including myself.
Self-compassion changed that. Not by fixing me. Not by making the pain disappear. But by teaching me how to stay with myself when things felt heavy instead of turning my feelings into something I had to be ashamed of or escape from.
It looks like noticing when I’m overwhelmed instead of calling myself broken. It looks like taking responsibility for how I show up without turning that into self-punishment. It looks like learning how to hold my own nervous system with the same care I try to offer other people.
This journey, from shutting down to staying present, is something I wrote about in my book, From A**Hole to All Right. If any part of this resonates, the link is in my bio.