The dream took place in a house I recognized immediately—even though it looked a little less run-down than I remembered. In waking life, this place used to be a tiny, worn-out gas station with just two pumps, awkwardly wedged between the first apartment my ex-husband and I shared on our own, and the Culver’s he…
Last night was rough. The kind of rough that sits heavy in your chest, like something too sharp and too soft all at once. A conversation with my partner spiraled into accusations, defensiveness, and a tangled knot of miscommunication. But today, I’m not here to point fingers or drag anyone through the emotional mud. I’m…
This one’s for anyone who’s tried to be understood and found themselves knocking on the wrong damn door. I’ve been reading Let Them by Mel Robbins, and I realized I didn’t practice what I’ve been learning. I dropped the ball in rather glorious fashion, which led to a messy, spiraling conversation with Dustin. When I…
There’s this moment—like clockwork—when I’m meditating.I’ve got my headphones in. The tones are doing their cosmic magic on my brain. I’m finally slipping into that blissed-out, buzzed-in, ego-less expanse where I forget I even have a grocery list, let alone a body. And then… The music stops. Not just fades. Not gently wafts away on…
In my last post, I shared how difficult it was for me to let Dustin hold his misperceptions about me. I desperately wanted to correct his feelings, explain myself, and make sure he saw me the way I saw myself. This struggle to be understood — and the deep fear of being misunderstood — is…