One conversation. That’s all it took to change everything. In an instant, the trajectory of my life shifted: the collapse of shared dreams, rhythms, and future plans. What followed was a period of intense . . .

The first few months after my breakup were rough. The grief, the process of rebuilding, and unlearning were disorienting. While I’ve gained a lot of clarity throughout this journey, it has also felt . . .

Even a month into this new chapter in Puerto Vallarta, I still find myself sitting with a familiar feeling—one that shows up quietly, uninvited, and takes a seat at the head of the table: self-doubt . . .

There’s something standing in the way of me truly feeling my emotions and expressing them in front of others. At first glance, it might seem like I just don’t have the words to express myself . . .

My time in Mazunte was emotionally intense, and instead of feeling lighter, things started to feel like they were getting harder. My life became completely consumed by personal growth—therapy . . .