01/01/2026
Singing my way into 2026 🎶
Maybe something we don’t say often enough:
therapists tend to specialize in what we’ve lived, survived, and stayed curious about.
For me, that’s anxiety, grief, and trauma.
The past two years have been about recovering from betrayal and trauma that shut my brain and body down completely. I’ve been slowly, gently working my way out of freeze—therapy, walking, low-energy days, cleaning up my diet, supplements, one small choice at a time.
It hasn’t been glamorous.
I haven’t shown up as consistently with friends as I’d like.
I haven’t hit the income goals I imagined.
But I have shown up for myself.
And honestly? I’m pretty damn proud.
I called off a wedding that wasn’t going to serve me.
I left stable employment to build my own practice.
I stayed single longer than I wanted, trusting my standards.
I leaned into creativity.
I lost my patience for bu****it.
And I stayed genuine as hell.
I turn 34 on the 12th. I still romanticize my life—but let’s be real, this girl is tired, and I truly don’t know how my mom friends do it.
So cheers to us 🥂
To those who didn’t get an easy hand.
To those who grieved hard, messed up hard, and kept going anyway.
To those who live by their values even when it costs them.
To those willing to risk joy.
To those making choices not everyone understands.
This slow, hard work isn’t easy.
But I still believe, deeply, ’s worth it.
✨ Here’s to a life that’s full, honest, and aligned.
Here’s to gentle revolutions. ✨
