Not every nagging voice that screams, “we are not enough” warrants our attention. What accusations of weakness do you need to set aside?

Her outline sits motionless but yet she speaks, the very shape of her form echoing the words etched on the deepest fabric of our hearts. Precious. Free. Of incredible value and worth.

Will we remember our origin story?

There are whispered suggestions that we are failing, muttered accusations that we are not enough. But our mind’s door does not have to open to the knocks of guilt and worthlessness.

If we talked to our friends like we talk to ourselves, we wouldn’t have any. And we wouldn’t blame them.

It’s time to discover the voice of your inner friend.

Life can be cruel and wounds inevitable, but scars are possible when we allow healing to come. It’s time we embrace complete restoration and realize the beauty of the scar.

Last night this girl stepped into ‘as is’ with her head high, reminded herself that the visible chaos did not define her and sat down unapologetically and confident across from another human being.

The little wins matter, my friends. Superwoman longs to be free, and she, is, watching.

At first I wanted to kill Superwoman.

Scoff at her shackles, dismiss her societal expectations, dance on her metaphoric grave. Farewell, old girl, and don’t expect me to bring flowers. I wanted to tear down superwoman when I should have been holding her up.

I’m honored that you’re joining the journey. We begin healing superwoman on June 12th, thank you for walking alongside me.