Shame doesn’t yell—it whispers. It rewrites how you see yourself and convinces you that struggling means you’re defective. But shame isn’t a flaw. It’s a defense. And healing starts by choosing something kinder in response.

I spent years thinking I was lazy, broken, or just not trying hard enough. Turns out, I wasn’t defective—I was carrying shame. Once I could name it, everything started to change.

Nobody tells you how intimacy changes. Not in the rom-coms. Not in the wedding vows. And definitely not in those “keep the spark alive” c

The hustle doesn’t care if you burn out. But you should. You’re not lazy for needing rest—you’re human. And there’s a life beyond the metric

Taking a break doesn’t erase your worth. It protects it. You won’t disappear—you’ll return stronger. Even if no one claps when you pause, yo