You want to be alive. You want to bloom from your bones. You want to wake up to yourself, moaning with meaning. And you can…

You’re hungry for a life that doesn’t require you to fold yourself in half just to fit. You are ravenous—for the rise, for the reclamation, for the rhythm of your own becoming. To feel alive again. And that hunger? It’s holy…

Some truths don’t arrive all at once. They whisper. They circle. They stretch themselves into dreams and memories and conversations we didn’t know we were still having. If you’re metabolizing more than words can hold right now, this letter is for you…

You call it preparation. Readiness. A safeguard. You believe if you run the numbers enough times, if you account for every possibility, you can stay ahead of loss, of failure, of regret. Yet worry is not a fortress; it is a cage…

This body—your body—is not something to fix. Not something to apologize for. Not something that has betrayed you…

Joy does not come in the absence of pain. It is not something we earn when we have finally smoothed out all the rough edges. No, joy is born in the very center of it all—when we allow discomfort to exist without resistance, when we find within ourselves…