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Some say burnout is like crashing your car into a brick wall at 60 mph. But high-functioning burnout? That’s doing it in heels, sipping espresso, scheduling your own therapy appointment,...

I used to think peace meant quiet. No arguing.No tension.No “hard conversations” that made my chest feel tight and my voice shake. What I didn’t realize—what I refused to see—was...

In honor of MLK Day 2026 What if mental freedom is the most important civil right we’re still fighting for? Not the kind you protest with signs (though respect to those...

Somewhere between midnight fireworks and that first “Who’s still going to the gym?” meme of 2026, we all quietly agreed that January is the month we question everything. Our goals.Our...

Every year the same thing happens. The clock hits midnight, fireworks go full Beyoncé, and suddenly the internet becomes a wellness boot camp. Everyone’s healing. Everyone’s evolving. Everyone’s journaling gratitude...

Monday.AKA: The day the universe taps you on the shoulder and whispers,“Remember that thing you didn’t finish last week? Yeah, me too.” I swear anxiety has better attendance than half...

If the holidays had a relationship status, mine would be “it’s complicated.”Every November, the world flips straight into performative joy mode — pumpkin-spice-coated pressure, perfectly curated tablescapes on TikTok Shop,...

There’s this idea floating around TikTok (right next to those “lucky girl syndrome” affirmations and people putting chlorophyll in their water like it’s potion) that journaling is simple.Buy a cute...

There’s something magical about winter—until it isn’t. One minute you’re sipping peppermint everything, admiring twinkling lights, pretending you’re the main character in a cozy rom-com… and then suddenly you’re wondering...

There’s a certain kind of peace you don’t really understand until you’ve crawled your way to it — bare-knuckled, soul-tired, and done pretending you were okay. I’m not talking about...

I used to think burnout meant you were just tired.Like, drink-some-coffee-and-get-over-it tired. The kind of tired you could fix with a weekend nap or a “me day” that was basically...

Let’s just get straight to it—Some people only loved me when I was small.Not literally, but emotionally. Spiritually. The version of me that bent so far backward trying to be...