we need to talk about something we ALL do (yes, you too, don’t look away). sometimes the most exhausting part of healing isn’t the actual healing…it’s the way our brains turn literally every neutral thing into“proof I’m the problem.” like: • someone replies late → “got it, I’m unbearable.” • someone sounds tired → “cool, I’ll simply never speak again.” • someone cancels plans → “okay so I’m clearly unlovable.” meanwhile the other person is just… living their life. drinking water. eating a sandwich. minding their business. and our nervous system is like:“THREAT DETECTED. SHUT IT ALL DOWN.” I say this lovingly because I’ve lived it — my nervous system used to be so hypervigilant it should’ve been on payroll. but here’s the liberating (and slightly annoying) truth: ✨ not everything is about you ✨ and that’s… actually the best news. your worth isn’t on trial every time someone sighs. your belonging doesn’t hinge on someone’s texting habits. your safety doesn’t depend on reading every micro-expression like a psychic detective. the real work? learning to build enough internal safety that your brain doesn’t immediately go: “oh god it’s meI ruined something I breathe too loud everyone hates me the end.” so here’s your tiny goose-homework: 👉 next time someone’s vibe shifts, ask yourself: “what if this has absolutely nothing to do with me?” what comes up for you when you imagine that?(no pressure to share — just let it land somewhere inside you.) you’re doing better than you think.your nervous system is just dramatic. (mine too.) 🪿💛

we made a TON of new ones all featurin skool... whats ur fav new gif? and what should we make next?? shoutout to @Vincent Roswandowicz for bein our gif expert and producing these bad boiss

As I watch my animals lose their little minds over the birds outside I thought of the question I asked a client the other day (I'm a therapist) "what animal would you want to come back as if reincarnation was real?", she said "a bird, they are so free". I agreed with her, plus sounded poetic as f*ck. But right now I'm watching all these birds hanging on by dear life to the trees trying to survive the 34mph winds and that doesn't look very freeing to me. She asked me the question back and I said "a house cat, not a street one". I cat with privilege, not as poetic but pretty cool if it happened tbh 🙃 So anyways, as I was writing this it was going to be something about being grateful to be human and not a bird, because I'm just struggling for dear life but in bed with cozy blankets and two Kuromi plushies so who am I to say anything I guess. But now I just wanna know what animal you'd want to come back as? and why not a cat born with privileges?

Mine is actually a quote from Brené Brown: Connection is the energy that is created between people when they feel seen, heard, and valued - when they can just receive without judgment. The words that help us heal deserve to be remembered. Share yours below if you feel called 🤍

I just opened a note from June and literally did not recognize my own voice. Like, I had to scroll up to check if it was actually me who wrote it or if I'd accidentally copied something from someone's ChatGPT caption generator. Turns out? It was me. Just... performing someone else's version of what a "professional coach" should sound like. June-July was wild. I was in the thick of lithium adjustments, tracking symptoms on a spreadsheet like a little productivity goblin, thinking I was just documenting when I was actually in crisis. The hospital happened. Then I started using a journaling app instead of spreadsheets and something shifted. I began writing instead of logging. Feeling instead of measuring. But my content? Still sounded like it came off an assembly line. 126 posts. I counted them. And honestly? Any coach with a ChatGPT account could've written them. Same "if it's not X, it's Y" framing. Same movie trailer openers. Same three-point frameworks. Same vague pep talk endings that sound supportive but mean absolutely nothing. I was so busy trying to look like I had my shit together that I forgot the whole reason people were even finding me was because I didn't have my shit together. I was just honest about it. So I started pulling from my actual journal entries instead of trying to sound smart. Writing like I talk to my friends instead of like I'm giving a TED talk. Using my real messy moments instead of polished metaphors. Turns out when you stop performing and just... exist... people can actually feel you. My Skool community went from 6 people to 23 with 79% engagement in less than a month. Not because I cracked some algorithm. Because I stopped sounding like a caption machine and started sounding like a person who's also figuring this out. Messy healing is still healing. And apparently, messy content is still content. Who knew. 🤷‍♀️ Anyway if you're out here creating stuff and it feels like it could've been written by anyone, maybe that's your sign to write something that could only come from you. Even if it's weird. Especially if it's weird.