I’ve always struggled with an “external” self worth, as I call it. I’ve defined myself with achievements, my surface-level appearance, and what I’ve given others.
When my mom died in her 50s (me at the end of my 20s), that was shattered. I didn’t want to continue living the stressful life she taught me to live, and I didn’t want to leave life so early.
Now I’m exploring what it means to be me, and teaching myself that we all have inherent value (and that includes me too!).
I’m on an adventure to heal the pain my mom suffered from and passed on to me. It’s the best thing I can do to honor her memory, and I think she’d be proud.






