Hey Reader, Coming in hot, as I have something on my heart (and thought you may need to hear it, too): You do not owe your parentsâor anyone elseâa relationship just because they share your blood. I hear all the time, âYou only get one mom.â And? I'm her only daughter. So many of us were taught that honoring our parents meant sacrificing ourselves. That unconditional love meant accepting emotional manipulation, guilt trips, boundary violations, or silence where there shouldâve been safety. But hereâs the truth that no one says out loud enough: Your parents arenât owed a relationship. Respect is not automatic, itâs earned. And just because someone gave you life doesnât mean they get to mistreat you without consequences. If you're considering going no contact, taking space, or even fully âorphaningâ yourself from toxic family dynamics, know this: You're not being dramatic. You're being self-responsible. You're not selfish. You're self-protective. And choosing your peace isnât a betrayal. Itâs a reclamation. It takes guts to break the cycle. To stand up and say, âThis ends with me.â If you wanna dive into this a little more, I did a podcast episode on WHY SELF-LOVE ISN'T SELFISH (listen anywhere you already get your podcasts). But youâre not alone in that. And you donât have to carry the guilt that was never yours to begin with. Love always, |
Not your typical love-and-light bullsh*t. Just my subtle (okayyyy, sometimes NOT-so-subtle đ) way of calling you OUT & calling you BACK to yourself, all while reminding you you're not alone in any of this.
Hey friend, This weekâs reflection comes straight from my Sugg-Jess-tion Box: a place where you get to toss in your burning questions, messy thoughts, or the things you wish someone would just talk about already. The question was this: âIs it really possible to hold both heartbreak and healing at the same time?â Hereâs the truth: grief and healing donât happen in neat, clean stages. You donât finish heartbreak and then move on to healing. Most days, youâre holding both at once. One hand...
Thereâs a version of you thatâs been buried under years of playing nice. Of keeping the peace. Of making yourself smaller just to fit into rooms that couldnât hold you. You bit your tongue to avoid tension. You quieted your brilliance to make others more comfortable. You told yourself that maybe less of you would be easier to love. But the truth? They still left. Or they stayed and made you question your worth. So hereâs your permission slip to stop. Stop diluting your magic.Stop bending to...
This is for the woman whoâs done being the âgood girlâ The one who bites her tongue, makes herself small, and swallows the truth just to keep the peace. If youâre honest⌠you know thatâs you. Youâve been standing on this side of the bridge your whole damn life, looking at the woman you could be on the other side.The one who speaks her mind without flinching.Who says ânoâ without the apology.Who takes up every inch of space sheâs earned. That bridge? Itâs not going to cross itself.And every...