Journal Therapy
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Commitment is quiet
The past few days have been an exercise in honesty. Not the kind that demands confession, but the kind that asks for consistency. I’ve been paying attention to how this practice feels as I try to show up every day not perfectly, just deliberately. It’s been a bit easier lately, but only in moments. Small Continue reading
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The work that happens after the confession
I wanted to start by saying thank you. Many of you resonated with the words I shared yesterday, and I felt called to continue the conversation by sharing a bit more today. Yesterday was about saying the thing out loud. Naming it. Letting it sit in the room without rushing to fix it. Journal therapy Continue reading
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Monday Reflection
Four and a half hours, and Sunday was thinning out, leaving Monday behind its shadow. Was still in bed not buried, just listening before the week speaks first. The list waits from across the room, polite in its pressure. Unchecked boxes. A future that wants motion before it wants truth. I don’t rush to answer. Continue reading
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Coming Home to Yourself
There is a point where your heart start whispering louder than the world. When you realize you’ve been holding so much stories,emotions, half-felt things that need a place to land. That’s where journal therapy steps in. This isn’t about being “writer.” It’s not about pretty pages or perfect words. It’s about truth the kind that Continue reading
Lines Between Living 