Wild & Rooted

February 10, 2026

The Weight I Carry

My boys think I’m stronger than daddy— stronger in arms, stronger in mind, stronger in the way I hold the day together like thread through unraveling cloth. But they do not see the invisible weight I carry— the late-night thoughts, the silent calculations, the way my shoulders ache from lifting what has no shape. They…
February 6, 2026

I Don’t Want to be the Engine Anymore

Discover the silent erosion in your relationships: When compromise masks deeper needs, and you become the unseen engine of endless effort.
February 4, 2026

Releasing What I Didn’t Know I Was Holding

For several weeks, I have just felt a tightness in my neck. To the point it almost became unbearable. A few nights ago, I put my neck massager on and almost immediately found the knot. I let the massager do its thing, felt a pop, and suddenly I could almost hear better in my left…
January 18, 2026

I’m Still Here…Just Processing

Things have not gone according to plan, or at least the plan I created in my head. I wanted to file on my birthday and serve in the days following. However, that was the same week I went back to work. My nervous system became overwhelmed. I couldn’t file. I couldn’t even think about having…
January 9, 2026

Slow is Still Forward

I was certain I was going to file. I had reached that place — the place where your mind feels resolved, your heart feels quiet, and you think, this is it. I’m ready. And then my birthday came. And the waves came with it. More than anything in the days prior, I had been steady.…
January 4, 2026

Self-abandonment Disguised as Virtue

There is a particular kind of goodness women are taught. It looks like patience. It sounds like forgiveness. It wears the soft voice of “understanding” and the quiet smile of “it’s okay.” It is praised. It is rewarded. It is often called strength. But underneath the gold star language lives something much darker: Self-abandonment. We…
January 2, 2026

More Than (a poem)

It was more than a smile, more than a laugh. It was her soul coming back. It was more than breath, more than ease. It was her ache learning how to leave. It was more than pen to paper, more than practiced words. It was her story remembering its worth. It was the quiet return…
December 31, 2025

Pathological People Pleaser

(Yes, I do speak in Taylor Swift lyrics…don’t judge me) There is a quiet moment that comes before a life changes. It doesn’t look dramatic.It doesn’t announce itself.It doesn’t come with fireworks or certainty. It comes in small realizations. In questions you don’t ask out loud.In pauses that feel heavier than words.In the ache of…
December 30, 2025

Wild & Rooted

Every day, I am becoming more myself. My time.My body.My mind.My space.My creativity. For a long time, I tried to make myself fit into a life that wasn’t meant for me — shrinking, editing, and smoothing my edges to survive in places that questioned my right to exist fully. “Why is your stuff everywhere?”“Why do…
December 29, 2025

Slowness is Healing

There are very few people in my life who truly know what I am walking through. Oddly enough, I like it that way. There is a reason for this season of quiet. I am healing — not just from my marriage, not just from the constant tension my body has lived inside of — but…