I remember the first time I stumbled across attachment theory. It felt like someone handed me a lantern in a house I’d been stumbling around in for decades.

The sunset doesn’t demand devotion, yet it receives mine effortlessly. It doesn’t care if I’ve brushed my teeth or if I’m spiritually evolved. It just shows up, burning, melting, surrendering, every day.

When reciprocity is twisted backwards, feelings are confusing, conflicting, fluctuating, inconsistent, when there's just that inner voice...

There comes a moment—sometimes dramatic, sometimes barely noticeable—when something in you just says: enough. Not the panicked, knee-jerk...

Your breakdown might be rearranging your entire life behind the scenes

Let’s talk about this whole “perfect soul” situation we’ve got going on..