Even Healing Needs a Sabbath
Even healing needs a sabbath. Sometimes the deepest restoration comes not from reflection, but from release.
the burnout blog
What’s Survival Got to Do with It?
At twenty-four, I thought I had found my purpose. But what I had really found was survival dressed in mission statements. Twenty-two years later, I am writing this letter not to shame her, but to save her.
Hello, My Name Is Tired
For years, “tired” was my default setting. I lived in a loop of working, recovering, and bracing for the next cycle—until I realized exhaustion had become my identity. This is the story of how burnout masked itself as ambition and how I am learning to reclaim rest as a right, not a reward.
The Voice in My Head Isn’t Mine
The voice in my head was not born from my joy or wisdom. It was shaped by microaggressions, backhanded compliments, and all the “advice” Black women get when we dare to lead, dare to rise, dare to speak. In this post, I finally confront her and reclaim my voice from the roles I have outgrown.
Climbing Down Saved My Life
We are told to climb. But what if the healing happens on the way down? This is a reflection on choosing descent over domination, and rediscovering myself one rung down at a time.