This year did not ask me for permission. It did not knock. It did not warn me. It did not care how tired I was or how much I had already survived. It just started pulling. Pulling people. Pulling masks. Pulling the small lies I told myself so I could get through the day without falling apart in public. By the time I understood what was happening, I was naked emotionally, spiritually, mentally. Standing in front of life with nothing left to hide behind. And yes, it hurt. But o

There comes a moment, and nobody warns you about this part, when life stops feeling like a coming of age story and starts feeling like a closet full of clothes you no longer recognize yourself in. Pieces you wore because someone else said they “suited you.” Styles you tolerated to keep the peace. Outfits that looked good in the mirror but felt like suffocation in the soul. That’s the season I’m in. The season of standing in front of my emotional wardrobe and finally admitting

There’s a moment in every woman’s life when the universe lovingly, but with a tiny bit of attitude, snatches the wig off your illusions and sits you right in front of yourself. No filters, no lashes, no “I’ll deal with it later.” Just you, barefoot on the hardwood of your own truth, staring at the internal outfit you’ve been wearing all along. It happened to me recently, somewhere between a soft lecture from my mother and a raw conversation with my father. Two parents, two en

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