💅 Empowered but Tired - Friday Edition

Good Morning & Happy Friday, My Loves 💋

I am making this my fresh start.

So, let’s just be real. As I've been trying to do this whole brutal honesty thing with myself... I’ve been consistently inconsistent when it comes to following through on the content I promise. But hey we’re trying harder now. Growth, right?

Change. Oh my God change...

I don’t do well with it. Never have. Maybe it’s the trauma. Maybe it’s mental illness. Maybe it’s just me. Either way, the tiniest shift can send my head spinning, get the tears flowing and anger brewing. All I have experienced this month is CHANGE.

I said on Sunday that I’m “getting it together” whatever the hell that actually means. Couldn’t tell you. But what I can say is that I’m making progress. I’m putting in work like it’s the only thing keeping me alive and semi-well. It’s paying off.

Starting now, I’m back to focusing on the one thing that has always grounded me - writing.

I’m prepping new content, not just to keep myself busy (and y’all entertained), but because it genuinely feels freeing. Healing. Like a deep exhale after holding your breath way too long.

Also, just so you know, there are things I’m writing that I’m not sharing here.

I’m working on boundaries, and part of that means setting limits around what I talk about publicly. I’ll always be honest and real, but some topics are just for me.

That’s why I didn’t go into detail about my recent breakdown.. not everything needs to be content. Some things I’m keeping sacred. And hey, who doesn't love a little mystery right 😉

So yes:

❤️ Mental Health Mondays

🛋️ Therapy Thursdays

📖 Story Sundays

They’re back. Every damn week. I WILL follow through. I say as if it is my new mantra 😂 I got this... I think.

Today I’m in a weirdly good mood. And yes, that annoying little voice in my head is whispering, “Is this mania?” and honestly, I think I’ll always wonder that anytime I feel genuinely happy. But today? I’m happy.

Had a bomb therapy session yesterday. My therapist? An actual angel. Seriously. She's been with me through some of the darkest, ugliest moments, and some of my biggest wins. Sure, I technically pay her to be there, but the way she shows up? Iconic. Supportive queen energy. She is so smart and insightful, and can keep up and follow along with all my chaos, which is no easy feat.

This past month, I’ve learned so much about myself.

I am not weak.

I am not incapable.

(I mean, I am incapable of folding and putting away laundry consistently, but that’s not the point.)

I am strong... mentally, at least, and I can be independent. I can grow. I am growing.

Not every post will be funny. Some will be uncomfortable. Some will feel like a gut punch. Some might bore you. And that’s fine 🤷‍♀️ because this blog is for me. And for the people who’ve told me it makes them feel a little less alone.

Special shoutout to an amazing woman in Iceland (yes, international now, baby) who messaged me to say she relates to my content and that it helped her realize it’s okay not to be okay. She even sent me thoughtful gifts...like, what!!?? I cried. Glad I can help even one person not feel so alone❤️

Also, shoutout to everyone who checks in when I go quiet. Who reads my ramblings. Who’s just out here surviving.

You are seen. You are appreciated. It can get better. (PS: I literally told my therapist yesterday how much I hate when people say “it gets better” so yes, I am a hypocrite. Oops 😅)

Anyway, I’ve got a to-do list longer than my attention span, a jam-packed weekend ahead, and some writing to do so I can spill more for Story Sunday.

Stay tuned.

Take care.

And remember, even on low-serotonin days, you’re still that bitch.

Til then💋