It’s that time of year again Christmas parties popping up, end-of-year catchups filling the calendar, and that familiar feeling of everything slowly winding down

It’s not very often I can get one of my kids out of bed now that they’re grown, my daughter and I headed to the beach for my usual Saturday grounding and coffee, in that quiet space before the world fully wakes.

Christmas is rolling in fast, and as the holiday break approaches, this is your gentle nudge to pause for a moment and breathe.

Between the struggles, the battles, and the limitations around my health, it felt like I was constantly fighting to stay above wate

Today didn’t look anything like my usual Friday and maybe that’s the part that saved me

Routines shifted, plans changed, and everything I’ve been holding together so tightly finally demanded to be felt. The emotional waves came in hard not to drown me this time, but to be processed, released, understood.

December is here a fresh page, a new chapter, and a chance to set intentions for the month ahead

Courage isn’t always loud. It doesn’t always roar or demand attention. Often, courage is quiet. It’s the decision to move differently,

Those barely functioning kind of days. The ones where you wake up and everything just feels heavy your body, your thoughts, your emotions.

One of the things I love most about being a mobile Reiki practitioner is the ability to bring healing directly to people who need it most.

You know those mornings that feel like the universe is testing your patience before you’ve even had caffeine? Yeah, that was me today.

October has been one of those months that felt like a rollercoaster full of emotions, lessons, and moments of deep reflection.

Dating 2025 reassembles a train that derailed, staring at a pool of ugly fish and no, I wish I was kidding

The weather has been absolutely yuck grey skies, that sticky kind of damp cold that seeps into your bones. But despite that, this holiday has been good for me.

September was a month of birthday celebrations, exploring new places, and navigating the constant changes in my life. Transitioning from a life of chaos to one of calm and more time at home hasn’t always been easy,

There comes a moment in life when we realize that the patterns we’ve inherited trauma, pain, unhealthy ways of coping don’t have to define us. For me, that moment came when I made a conscious choice: I would break the cycle, not pass it on.

My inspiration didn’t come from people I admired it often came from those I never wanted to become.

My voice, my choices, my sense of worth were stripped away until I barely recognized myself. Survival became my only focus, and in that survival, parts of me went quiet.

Abuse leaves wounds that often feel endless. They cut so deep that for a long time, you might believe they’ll never heal.