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I’ve been taking time to truly audit my friendships. I’ve asked myself who genuinely shows up for me, who pours into me, and who is simply present for the optics. Real friendship requires effort from both sides. It is not about always carrying others or being the constant emotional support. It is about mutual care, honesty, and consistency. Over the years, I’ve learned that true friendship, sisterhood included, is rooted in balance. For a long time, I carried the weight of fr

Photo credits: Blue Monday (1985), acrylic on canvas by Annie Lee. Grief is not only heavy because of what it carries, but because of what it reveals. When understanding opens the soul, it does not show us a puddle—it shows us the sea. The weight is not only in the loss itself, but in its matter: the how, the when, the circumstances that surround it and linger long after the moment has passed. What makes grief unbearably lonely is not absence, but expectation. The selfishness

Discovering tranquility, she harmonizes with nature's serene embrace, symbolizing the journey of letting go. Ego Death, Letting Go, and Becoming “You have to go the way your blood beats. If you don’t live the only life you have, you won’t live some other life, you won’t live any life at all.”— James Baldwin This isn’t about starting over It’s about shedding There were days I felt like I was being broken open from the inside. Not because of one big moment, but because life was