The Ache & the Aliveness
A midsummer note for anyone living in the questions. There’s a certain kind of ache that doesn’t mean something’s wrong—it means something is waking up.
Lately, I’ve been feeling a restlessness that doesn’t want to be solved. It wants to be listened to. There’s something stirring under the surface of my life, something tender and wild, something that feels more like ripeness than confusion.
In this midsummer letter, I’m writing from the edge—where grief meets joy, where the ache opens into aliveness, and where the questions are louder than the answers. It’s not a polished reflection. It’s a real one.
If you’ve been feeling a shift you can’t quite name…If you’re finding yourself more tender than usual…If you’re living between clarity and becoming…This letter is for you.
To the One Who has a Complicated Relationship to Their Father
Some relationships aren’t clean. They’re layered, nuanced, and hard to define. Especially when it comes to fathers. Whether your father was emotionally unavailable, physically absent, or simply unable to meet you with tenderness—this letter is for you. It names the ache. It holds the grief. And it reminds you: your worth was never determined by what he could or could not offer. Read the full letter: To the One Who Has a Complicated Relationship to Their Father
To the One Who’s Trying to Understand the Kind of Love They Long For
Most of us learned to accept versions of love that left us thirsty—rationed, rushed, or wrapped in performance. But real love doesn’t make you beg. It meets you in your longing and stays. In this letter, we explore the ache of wanting more, the courage it takes to name what we truly need, and the moment we stop shrinking our hunger to match what was never meant to fill us.
To the One Who Wants to Feel Alive Again
You’re already burning. And that fire? It’s the only thing that’s ever been real in this damn world. This is your permission slip to stop waiting for the perfect moment. Choose the wild, the messy, the brutally beautiful life you were meant for. Read my birthday wish for you…