this is a space for the woman who's done all the things -

I was the daughter who didn’t cause trouble.
The one who kept quiet. Who made things easier.
I didn’t ask for much. I didn’t cry too loud.
I carried my pain so no one else had to.

They called it strength.
Responsibility. Maturity.
They praised me for being easy to love.

But no one ever asked what it cost me to be that kind of daughter.
That kind of woman.

No one asked what it felt like to hold it all together while coming apart inside.
To never ask for help because it felt like a burden.
To apologize when I cried.
To silence myself to be acceptable.
To earn love through effort instead of simply being.

So I stopped asking.
Stopped feeling.
Stopped needing.

And somewhere along the way, I forgot how to be—without the mask.

Until life cracked it open.

Betrayal. Grief. Emotional reckoning.
And then, truth.

I burned the checklist.
I let the good girl go.
And what’s left is something fierce, soft, and fully mine.

Now I help other women do the same.

Through truth-telling, body wisdom, emotional release, and radical remembering,
I guide women back to themselves—
Back to their voice. Their power. Their truth.

This isn’t self-help. This is sacred rebellion.
A return to who you were before the silence.