This week has been heavy. The kind that lingers in your chest and makes the most minor tasks feel monumental. I woke up some mornings tired, already carrying the weight before the day began. And if I’...

I remember sitting in my car one morning, hands gripping the steering wheel, staring at the road before me. From the outside, I had it all together, the degrees, the titles, the picture-perfect life. ...

The other day, someone said something that stuck with me, and I wanted to share it with you.

She said, “I’m sorry I was around you all the time and didn't know you felt stuck.”

I paused to process h...