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The Architecture of Trust: Protecting Our Vulnerabilities from Being Weaponized
We like to think of growth as a straight line. We imagine that as we spend years working on ourselves, processing past hardships, healing from life's challenges and health issues, learning better boundaries, and quietly building our inner strength, we eventually become somewhat bulletproof. We tell ourselves that the stronger and wiser we become, the less likely we are to be misled. It is a comforting thought. But lately, my evening deep-dives into human behavior have made me
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A Life With the Curtains Open
I live on the fifth floor, and I sleep with my curtains open. I hadn’t really thought much about that until recently. I simply like them open. I like seeing the last bit of the world before I fall asleep, and I like waking up to whatever light the morning decides to bring. But lately I’ve wondered if there is something more to it. Maybe I like my curtains open because that is how I want to live my life. Not exposed. Not without privacy. There are parts of me that belong only
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The Beauty Is in the Vulnerability
There is something almost magical about discovering a new artist. Lately, for me, it has been Sienna Spiro. I especially love We’re Not in Love, Butterfly Effect, CYANIDE, Dream Police, Need Me, and Time, You & Me. Perhaps I’m late to the party. Maybe everyone else has already been listening to her while I’ve been over here just now discovering that voice. But isn’t that one of the joys of music? Somehow, it has a way of finding us exactly when we’re ready for it. It was less
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When Life Interrupts Your Peace
This post isn't really about heartbreak. It's about what happens when someone temporarily steals your peace—and how curiosity, wisdom, and intentional choices help you reclaim it.
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Strong, But Still Human: Learning to Honor the Ache and Let It Heal
I went to my endocrinologist today, and for reasons I don’t fully understand, every visit with her seems to open a tender place inside me. Maybe it’s because she’s one of the few people who has witnessed the full arc of my medical journey. Maybe it’s because sitting in that exam room reminds me of the truth I rarely give myself permission to say: I have endured a tremendous amount of trauma. On the drive home, I listened to Chapter 8 of Dr. B’s new book, Plant Powered Plus, w
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