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My thoughts on burnout, belonging, and coming home.
28 February 2026
There's a version of you that other people love. She's warm, she's generous, she reads the room before anyone else has taken off their coat. She makes things easier.
28 February 2026
We are the most connected generation in history. We are also, by most measures, the loneliest.
25 February 2026
I've been thinking about you. Not the version that's doing well. I'm talking to the one I feel underneath it. The one that goes quiet in the middle of a sentence.
23 February 2026
If you are sitting with the question of whether to sue someone, you are probably sitting with it alone. That instinct to keep it private is one of the first ways it begins to isolate you.
23 February 2026
A journal will hold what is unbearable without flinching. What it cannot do is witness you. The distinction between container and witness is what matters.
4 February 2026
When children receive feedback that doesn't separate behaviour from personhood, they learn that criticism equals rejection. We carry this into adulthood—and it's why sincerity has become so rare.
3 February 2026
We come to therapy because something isn't moving. For most of us, the first place we're directed is CBT. But if you've been there and it hasn't quite done what you hoped, this might explain why.
1 February 2026
"Listen to your body" is a phrase we hear often, but rarely feel. For a long time, I treated it like a box to tick so I wouldn't crash. I didn't see it as a relationship.
30 January 2026
I've been following mental health content on Instagram for years. I love that moment when something lands, when words articulate something you've felt for a long time but didn't know how to say. But I've started noticing something that disturbs me.
29 January 2026
I think about death lately more and more. Not in a morbid way, but in a way that asks: if I died tomorrow, would I have regrets? And I think I wouldn't.
29 January 2026
A few years ago, someone gifted me the book Set Boundaries, Find Peace. I couldn't get into it. Looking back now, I think the problem wasn't me. The problem was that the entire premise felt wrong.
28 January 2026
My journal has had different names over the years. In my teens, she was Dear Orange. In my twenties, she was Dear Ella. The name changed, but the pattern stayed the same.
26 January 2026
You've got your shit together. Career sorted, a couple of solid friendships, meeting family obligations. You're doing fine. Until a parent dies. Or your business collapses.
25 January 2026
You know that tightness in your chest when you wake up? The one that's already there before you've even opened your eyes?