Her name was Mira. The kind of woman people described as “supportive,” “selfless,” “a rock.” She had always been the one who made room—for others, for their dreams, for their chaos. A good partner, they’d say. A quiet achiever. The kind who never made too much noise about what she needed. Or maybe she just stopped talking about it altogether. She used to dream. Not in the grand, billboard kind of way, but in soft-focus details—late-night writing sessions with her dog at her feet, a sunlit kitchen where she’d bake bread without watching the …
Inheritance
I folded my dreams into cornerssharp enough to cut mejust so you’d have roomto unfold yours. I told myselflove is sacrifice.That shrinking is a kind of gift.That silence means strength.That maybe you'd noticethe ache in my absence. But you didn’t.You walked lighter,because I carried what you wouldn’t. I stopped asking.Stopped wanting.Stopped dreaming.I peeled my needs down to the bone—air, sleep,a hand on my back,a voice that says I see you. Even thatwas too much. You didn’t just forget me.You erased me.Made me ghost myself.I …
Your Org Is a Product. Design It Like One.
I still remember that tiny startup office—the hum of one server, the click of keyboards, the aroma of strong coffee, and the creaking of the wooden floorboards as we all squeezed around a single table. We all knew exactly what was happening. A quick word across the desk solved problems instantly. It was magic. Then came growth. We went from 12 people to 50 in six months. Suddenly, no one knew who was supposed to fix that bug or handle that angry customer email. I remember the founder, eyes red from late nights, saying, “I can’t keep all of …
Continue Reading about Your Org Is a Product. Design It Like One. →
Self-Esteem Isn’t Confidence. It’s Proof.
Self-esteem doesn’t come from feeling good about yourself. It comes from doing things that make you proud when no one’s clapping. It’s not a vibe. It’s not a mood. It’s not built in front of a mirror. It’s built when you live like someone whose opinion matters. Yours. Confidence is loud. It can be faked. You can wear it like a jacket—throw it on, strut around, fool a few people.Self-esteem is quiet. It’s built in private. And it can’t be faked, because you were there. You saw what you did when it mattered. You know if you took the …
Continue Reading about Self-Esteem Isn’t Confidence. It’s Proof. →
This Is What It Looks Like to Be the First Woman in Your Line to Heal
Today, I made my mother cry.Not from pain.Not from disappointment.But from something gentler. From something I had written for her. A letter. A reckoning. A love note. A surrender. It’s strange—how when you begin the hard, ugly, necessary work of healing yourself, you start to see your parents not just as the people who raised you, but as the people they were before that. The people they were never allowed to be. Her tears weren’t loud. They didn’t need to be.They said: You see me.They said: You value me.They said: I didn’t even know I …
Continue Reading about This Is What It Looks Like to Be the First Woman in Your Line to Heal →
