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Anxiety is convincing. It speaks fluently in logic.It sounds like caution, intuition, self-protection.It has a reason for everything. Now isn’t the right time.You’re too tired.You’ll fall apart if you open that door.You should wait until you’re stronger. Anxiety is very good at sounding reasonable. Trauma taught it how. But here’s the part no one loves…
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Fear is not chaos.It’s organized. It builds routines.Schedules.Reasons. It teaches you how to shrink your life without ever calling it shrinking. Fear doesn’t trap you with force.It offers you comfort.Predictability.A smaller world that feels easier to manage. At first, it looks like wisdom. Don’t push yourself.You’re not ready.This is just how you are. Fear is…
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Here’s what I know now, with a little distance and a lot less noise: Some people are meant to walk with you for a long time.Others are meant to change you forever—and then step out of the frame. Both matter. We don’t talk enough about the friendships that don’t explode, don’t betray loudly, don’t end…
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This is for the ones who carry more than they’re ever thanked for. For the people who step in before being asked.Who notice what’s unraveling and quietly tie it back together.Who go above and beyond not because it’s rewarded—but because leaving things broken feels worse. You’re not loud about it.You don’t keep score.You just care.…
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Texas did not ask for this. Yet here we are—three days iced in, roads looking like a nope, and the entire state collectively side-eyeing the weather like, Ma’am, who invited you? And listen… being stuck at home is not always the cozy montage social media pretends it is. Sometimes it’s cabin fever in sweatpants. Sometimes…
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January doesn’t end with fireworks.It exhales. By now, the confetti of the New Year has been swept into corners. The loud promises have softened. The planners are either beautifully used or quietly abandoned. And most of us are standing somewhere in the middle—wondering why we’re already tired when the year just started. No one really…
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This season is supposed to be full of glow.At least, that’s the myth we were handed — twinkle lights, warm hugs, full tables.But the truth is quieter, and heavier, for so many of us. Because sometimes the holidays arrive carrying their own kind of grief. Maybe this year, it looks like a hospital room instead…
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Somewhere between childhood and adulthood, the holidays stopped feeling like magic and started feeling like…a seasonal exam no one studied for. When we were kids, the lights glowed brighter.Time felt syrup-slow.Every room held some kind of wonder—cookies, mysteries, whispered traditions that tasted like forever. But adulthood?Oh, adulthood took one look at that cozy joy and…
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This week, I’m officially on vacation.I mean staycation when I say “vacation.” It’s that sacred time where you tell everyone you’re off work. Yet, you still find yourself mentally checking your inbox just in case. No beaches. No plane tickets. No five-day itinerary packed with activities that somehow feel like more work than work. Just…
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You know that look people give you when they think you’re mad, but really you’re just… processing? Yeah, that’s me. Apparently, when I’m anxious, overwhelmed, or lost in thought, my face forgets how to look friendly. I promise I’m not angry. I’m just trying to remember if I documented my last client session, finished the…