For as long as I can remember, I thought survival and worth were the same damn thing. If I was needed, I mattered. If I was wanted, I was safe.
I don't want to hold back my joy. I've been through such dark moments in my life that I refuse to deprive myself of this small light.
Going into a new year, I don't want us chasing "inspirational." I want us choosing real. Messy. Honest. Boundaries over burnout. Silence when needed.
Whatever the individual reasons, many people's mental health suffers during the holidays. We offer this collection of resources as a holiday gift to our beloved community.
Have you ever felt like screaming and it's like nobody would hear you if you did?
This holiday season, while many are wrapping gifts and gathering with loved ones, I find myself walking through a different kind of transition — one filled with endings, beginnings, and a quiet, steady determination to choose faith over fear.
I've learned that being the center of my care team doesn't mean I have to do it all alone — it means I get to lead the conversation about my body and my healing.
To my sisters of resilience: it's okay to rest. You're still a warrior.
Every time I speak my truth, I invite people into a deeper understanding of me—not just my diagnosis, but my resilience, my laughter, my wisdom, and my health.
Being stigmatized with the closest friends and relatives... the people you really loved and trusted. It was really hard on me... But now I stand up straight to tell the world that I'm strong... Stigma can't kill my future.