Don’t give up on yourself, your dreams, your goals. Life throws you off course. Plans get delayed or even derailed. But it’s never too late to start again. And again and again…

Without labels to apply to myself, I struggled with feelings of vulnerability and inadequacy. I felt unseen and dismissed. And now that I've had those experiences, I use what I learned to help others.

“Until one has loved an animal, a part of one's soul remains unawakened.”

-Anatole France

Like many, I was raised to be good. A good girl, a good student, a good friend, a good employee...and on and on. But, who decides what is "good"? Whose standards was I living up to? How was I hiding parts of myself in pursuit of being seen as "good"?

I believe motherhood is such a sacred, massive undertaking, it deserves to be chosen.

I struggle with how to respond to tragedy, both for people I know and those I’ll never meet. How to navigate my days when I know others are in tremendous despair? And to handle my own hard days while not being puzzled by others who are blissfully unaware of my pain.

It’s estimated that 15-20% of the population are HSPs (Highly Sensitive People). We’re not fussy, we’re not high maintenance, we’re not trying to be difficult. We do have sensory processing sensitivity (SPS), which is an “innate trait associated with greater sensitivity, or responsiveness, to environmental and social stimuli” according to Dr. Google.