Self Discovery & Healing

A joyful winter moment as two friends share a playful kiss on their friend's cheeks. Where do I even begin? Therapy with Mario has been one of the greatest gifts God could have placed in my path. And before I go any further, I have to acknowledge my dear friend — my BFF — who will remain nameless for now, but who was absolutely instrumental in helping me take that first step toward growth. For that, I will forever be grateful. Before Mario, I had already done some work with a

When I met my husband-to-be, my beauty routine was non-negotiable. Mani-pedi every two weeks. Facials and eyebrow shaping once a month. Hair? Every week, without fail. Basically, I was a walking Sephora subscription. I kept that up all through the courting phase — because, of course, love makes you glow (and so does $300 worth of salon maintenance). But once we got married? Suddenly my beauty routine was “too expensive.” Waxing, however, remained a sacred ritual… until it was

When Was I Ever Comfortable With My Body? Who am I kidding? When was I ever truly comfortable with my body? I remember being 25 — flat belly, perfect fat distribution, the whole package. And yet, I thought I was fat. (Dramatic eye roll.) Now, when I look back at photos of myself at 20, 25, 30, I want a Doc Brown in my life to fire up the DeLorean so I can go back and scream at younger me: “Put down the low-fat yogurt and stop crying over your nonexistent muffin top!” The Last

So… Simon came and went, and after discovering the monster that lurked in the dark corners of my subconscious mind (seriously, who invited that guy?), I decided to go on a full-blown hiatus. No dating for me—thank you very much—until I could put myself out there with the emotional support of a therapist. My bestie—neuropsychologist, guru, and human Google for all things brain—put me on the waiting list for her top psychologist. Good things come to those who wait, right? Excep

Breaking up is like accidentally deleting your favourite playlist right before a road trip. You’re left with silence, confusion, and a desperate urge to hit “undo.” I’ve been there—staring at the wreckage of what once was, wondering if my heart would ever stop feeling like a deflated balloon. IT DOES eventually! And no, it doesn't happen magically. It’s messy, awkward, and sometimes feels like you are walking through an emotional mindfield. Why Emotional Healing After Breakup

“Awareness is like the sun. When it shines on things, they are transformed.” — Thich Nhat Hanh So, the kids met THE girlfriend and, let’s just say, they weren’t exactly handing out glowing reviews. Their impressions were vague. I didn’t pry—though every fiber of my being wanted to interrogate them like a detective on a crime show. But I wasn’t going to be that mother. So, I let it go… but I did get a name! Now, I’m truly over my ex. I mean that with all my chest. Our relation

It Didn’t Happen All at Once The quiet crept in slowly—first as a relief, then as a weight. No more pings. No more plans. No one asking...

I never really believed in mediums. In fact, I always thought they were charlatans until I met Mrs. T. There was something eerie about her, like she could see through your soul. It was impossible for her to know everything she knew about me. I went to see her once (well maybe more like five times…) and she was always right on the money. She told me that I was an old soul and lived a previous lifetime with my husband. She said that I failed the assignment the last time which i

It started with the wallpaper. Faded, floral, and clinging to my kitchen walls like it was still 1987. I stood there with a steamer in one hand, a scraper in the other, and exactly zero knowledge of what I was doing. But I’d made a decision: I was going to remove it — all of it — probably. Somewhere between burning my fingertips on the steamer and discovering a second, equally offensive layer of wallpaper underneath, I started singing along to Unstoppable by Sia like I was au