The Sacred Work of repair. Not as an identity to perform, but as a language my soul understands. Virgo is not about perfection or control. It is about devotion to the work. The quiet, repetitive, often invisible labor of becoming whole. I’ve learned that healing doesn’t arrive all
Let's talk about it. Self-abuse is quiet. It doesn’t always look dramatic or destructive from the outside, but it is toxic—and over time, it becomes a slow form of suicide. Loving ourselves doesn’t come naturally when we’ve been taught, shown, or conditioned to believe
Being adopted shaped me in ways I didn’t understand as a child. I carried the weight of not fully knowing my roots, wondering where I truly belonged, and navigating a family dynamic that was both loving and flawed. My parents—the ones who raised me—loved me deeply, but
Growing up, my relationship with my mom was complicated. She loved me in the ways she knew how, but she was also carrying her own wounds—pain from her past that affected how she could show up for me. There were times I needed comfort and guidance that she couldn’
My relationship with my father was complicated in ways that left lasting marks on my life. On the surface, people might have seen a father and daughter, but underneath, it was a landscape of hidden abuse, manipulation, and fear. As a child, I longed for safety, for protection, for the
Stress doesn’t usually announce itself with a loud crash. It creeps in. It tightens your chest. It shortens your patience. It convinces you that you’re fine—until suddenly, you’re not. For most of my life, stress wasn’t just a temporary inconvenience. It was a constant companion.
If childhood taught me to survive quietly, my teenage years taught me to survive loudly. By this point, I had learned that the world could not be trusted. I carried fear in my body like armor, and anger bubbled beneath the surface, ready to defend me even before I understood
People often look at someone’s life and only see the highlight reel. They see milestones, achievements, smiles, or stability, and assume the journey to get there was smooth. Mine wasn’t. My life has been shaped by trauma, loss, fear, and survival. I was abused as a child, adopted
People often look at a child’s life and assume what they see is the truth. For me, what looked beautiful on the outside was full of hidden pain on the inside. I was adopted, but adoption didn’t erase my struggles—it complicated them. I experienced sexual abuse as
After anger cost me my freedom, my peace, and parts of my life I can’t undo, I stopped asking why I was angry and started asking something more important: What do I do when it shows up? Because insight without structure didn’t save me. Intention without practice didn’
There was a time when anger didn’t just influence me. It controlled me. I don’t say that lightly, and I don’t say it for shock value. I say it because the truth matters especially when transformation is real. There was a season of my life where my
For a long time, I didn’t realize I was believing everything I thought. The thoughts came quickly and convincingly—fear dressed up as logic, self-doubt disguised as realism, old narratives repeating themselves so often they felt like truth. I didn’t question them. I didn’t pause them. I