The journey of becoming is not about perfection; it’s about transformation. In this article, we explore how healing begins with self-awareness and deep compassion.
One of the hard things about processing loss is that time seems to be oblivious to it. The days continue relentlessly forward, no matter how much you want to hit pause, or rewind. The weather chooses its own patterns, even
Life feels chaotic and unpredictable. The path that you thought would carry you forward shifts with every step. It’s confusing. Frightening. Fortunately, there are simple answers that can help you navigate the surprises ahead successfully. In uncertain times, it helps
Oh no, not again. You feel the familiar deep pain twisting your stomach, wrenching your chest, and you ask yourself, how do I do this again? Can I carry any more sadness? Aren’t I broken enough? Or maybe you don’t
Guest post by Sunrise Schultz Have you felt yourself collapsing into a dark haze, with no way to thrive or find happiness? Have you been convinced that there is no future besides drowning in grief? That’s how I felt when
I’ve been thinking of you lately. Thinking how your world split in half, and how all of your dreams and plans for the future suddenly disappeared, and how you aren’t even sure that you can keep breathing in and out
You are a compassionate person. When you hear that someone you care about has become seriously ill or disabled, of course you want to help. It’s hard to know what to say or what to do. The awkwardness can be
Some challenges are more complicated than just sprinting to the finish line. It’s easy to blame yourself when the road is long or the path is confusing. But the truth is, making it through hard times—really hard times—is hardly ever
Do you ever feel weighed down by worries? Overwhelmed with the things you need to do? Discouraged by problems you feel incapable of fixing? We all have those days. The worst part is that that kind overwhelm feeds itself. In
I have a confession. Decluttering makes me feel lonely. Even when I want to downsize extra stuff, it’s hard. I find myself putting dusty keepsakes back into the same boxes where they have lived for years and walking around in
When I was a little girl, our family attended a friend’s party every Christmas Eve. It was a magical event—sparkling decorations, trays filled homemade Christmas cookies, crowds of happy people, and holiday carols sung with a guitar. It was also—from
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