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Dear Me: A Letter to Every Version of Us
To my younger self – I see you. All of you. The 5-year-old with big dreams, the 13-year-old hiding her pain, the 18-year-old craving love, the 30-year-old barely holding on, the 40-year-old learning to rest, and the 49-year-old woman who’s about to turn 50 and is finally learning to breathe. Let me tell you something.…
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Marital Bliss and Sleep
It’s 11:52 PM and I want to sleep. I deserve to sleep. I’ve earned this sleep with a long day of productivity, adulting, and pretending I wasn’t silently screaming inside during a meeting. But no. Sleep has left the chat. Why? Because my husband’s phone screen is apparently set to “Solar Flare.” I can see…
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Mental Health Isn’t Just in Your Head. It’s in Your Life.
Let’s stop treating Mental Health Awareness Month like a Hallmark holiday. This isn’t just about green ribbons, inspirational quotes, or a flood of social media posts that disappear when June rolls in. For many of us, mental health isn’t a cause. It’s a crisis we manage in silence. It’s waking up exhausted after eight hours…
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Mental Health Awareness Month: Why It Hits So Close to Home
May is Mental Health Awareness Month, and every year, I pause to reflect, not as a professional, not as a leader, but as a human being who has walked through the fire and lived to talk about it. This month matters to me because I don’t just advocate for mental health, I live it. I…
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Ten Minutes to Landing and I’m the Meat Locker Queen
Ten minutes until we land. Ten minutes until I get to wrap my arms around my sweet husband, who’s probably circling the airport right now wondering why every pickup lane feels like a demolition zone with cones, chaos, and three people directing traffic who clearly gave up trying. I can’t wait to see him. I’ve…
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No Sleep, No RealID, No Way
It’s 4:17 a.m. and I’ve officially reached that point where I’m not sure if I’m sweating or if the hotel air conditioning is just staging a mutiny against the fan I set to “High” in a desperate attempt to drown out my own thoughts. Spoiler alert: the fan lost. It whines like a mosquito stuck…
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1:15 A.M. in a Hotel Room
It’s 1:15 a.m. on a Saturday. I’m in a hotel room. Alone. I should be asleep, because that’s what people with functioning nervous systems do after a long day…but instead, I’m staring at the ceiling, arguing with my own brain. I was so proud of myself earlier. I fully embraced the introvert lifestyle. I avoided…
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Fighting Sleep (ADHD Edition)
It’s 11:43 PM. I’m in a hotel room in DC. I should be asleep. But here I am, lying in bed while my brain hosts an unscheduled late-night talk show with zero commercial breaks. My body is tired. My eyes are tired. My brain? Absolutely thriving. It’s decided now is the perfect time to reflect…
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When Giving Your All Still Doesn’t Feel Like Enough
There are days when the weight of the world is just too much. Days when even the small wins get swallowed up by overwhelming setbacks. When the loudest thing in the room is your own inner voice whispering you’ve failed. Not just yourself but the people who believed in you, who counted on you, who…
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Because we all need a 5am Blog Post
It’s midnight. I should be sleeping. But instead, my ADHD brain is in full-blown crisis-prep mode, battling an internal monologue that sounds like: “Did I respond to that email?” “What if I forget my talking points tomorrow?” “Why did Jeffrey Dahmer turn into a serial killer though?” “Did I finish the grant narrative for Florida?”…
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