Dear, Reader.
Thank you for being part of my evolving journey—both as an individual and as someone devoted to offering an alternative paradigm of being.
As I evolve, my work evolves with me. As I ground into what feels most meaningful, my work grounds, too.
Lately, I’ve found myself craving more intimacy within community—more space for honest expression, for storytelling, for connection that lives beyond the algorithm. And for me, that intimacy begins in writing.
Writing is how I make sense of the world. It brings me joy, expands my perspective, and allows me to share the inner landscapes I walk through. Most of what I write are personal stories of transformation—one layer at a time. They’re not just revelations for me; they’re invitations for you. Invitations to consider something new, something deeper, something real in your own life.
Over the last few months, many of the women in our WEL-Systems community have begun writing on Substack. That space feels deeply aligned with my values: connection, truth-telling, and the freedom to create outside of platforms that demand performance.
I don’t know exactly where this path will take me—but I felt the clear call to return to writing there. And so I am.
I’ll still be updating you through this list with what’s moving in my universe, including links to new posts. I’m not trying to make it perfectly branded or figured out—I’m just honoring the call to write, to share, to connect.
If you're curious to walk with me through this unfolding, you can join me here. You will receive updates of my writing directly in your inbox. I tend to write intuitively, but it generalizes to about twice a week.
If you'd rather stay on this list and simply receive the weekly updates, I thank you for choosing to stay on.
I will be updating you on my move to Substack as I go, but for now all I've got is the new post:
You’re not broken—you’re remembering.
What I wish I knew then.
It's snowing in April. I'm alone in the car, driving to the office, this podcast playing in the background. And suddenly, I remember my own story of awakening and the things I wish I knew then — when I thought I was breaking.
“You’re not broken—you’re remembering.”
The day that changed everything …
The day that loops in my mind is the day I volunteered to walk into the psychiatric ward of my local hospital. I was 22 years old and suicidal, depressed, and completely uncertain of the future my life would hold. I couldn't see beyond the never-ending moment I was in, and the life I had built was depleting me to my core.
So, I did what we all do when we're looking for a way out — I sought help. Little did I know that this so-called help would become the catalyst for "enough!".
You see, like most people seeking help, I had gone out of my way to search — counseling, therapy, psychiatry, medicine, even yoga had entered my world at that time. But the message I kept getting is that I am broken, deficient, and in need of their interventions.
The problem was that I kept taking their fragmented interventions, but I never experienced wholeness. I kept feeling fragmented and frustrated. I believed that there was something fundamentally wrong with me. Not a fun place to be.
But that is the natural consequence of seeking wholeness in a world designed for fragmentation. "We don't deal with that here; you have to there." "Oh, you're struggling with that, too. Well, sorry but that's for those experts to help with." "I understand, but...we can't help you here." This fragmented system could never help me discover my wholeness...
PS - Join me in my writing journey on Substack where I will share with you my deeper, more intimate pieces of self-revelation. I'll still show up here weekly, but if you want the deep and the raw, join me on Substack!