Something I’ve come to realize over the past five months is just how unpredictable healing can be. Some weeks feel like progress, and without warning you could be pulled back into old patterns . . .

Four months ago, my world drastically changed. It wasn’t the first time I’d been through a breakup, but this one hit differently. The care and tenderness lingered in a way that made letting go even harder . . .

Twelve months ago, I walked away from a stable career—one defined by predictability, recognition, and a sense of security. I didn’t know exactly what I was walking toward. But something in me knew . . .

When I first arrived in Mazunte nearly two months ago, I was at a crossroads—fresh from a breakup, lacking a clear sense of direction, and at the beginning of my healing journey. I didn’t know what to . . .

A few months ago, I found myself living in a rustic cottage in southern Mexico, heartbroken, disoriented, and unsure of who I was anymore. I had just moved to Mexico, was navigating the end of a long . . .