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Lately, I’ve been wearing my parents’ wedding bands. Two simple gold circles. Quiet. Ordinary. Easy to overlook. But to me, they hold an entire universe. My parents stopped wearing these rings a long time ago—after they decided their marriage was a failure. For years, I carried that story in my body, even if I didn’t always have words for it. Because when your parents are unhappy, you don’t just witness it…you absorb it. Somewhere inside, my inner child held a painful belief:

I sat in the garden this morning with a cup of cacao warming my palms, letting myself sink into the quiet of a Slow Monday. I created these Mondays as a commitment to myself, a non-negotiable ritual to calm my nervous system after a lifetime of alarm clocks, urgency, expectation, productivity… and survival. For the first time in days, I wasn’t rushing. I wasn’t bracing. I wasn’t performing. And that’s when it surfaced… the memory I never allowed into the sunlight, the one I b

Sometimes the smallest acts of self-care can open the deepest doors to healing. For me, that door was my own face — the one I never thought to nurture beyond skincare. I had already been practicing Qi Gong and Yin Yoga daily, finding calm through movement and breath. But when I stumbled across a simple face acupressure video on YouTube one night, I decided to give it a try, thinking it would just be a way to keep my skin glowing and youthful. I had no idea it would change how

For as long as I can remember, I’ve known how to feel for others. Empathy has always been a part of me — sensing pain, holding space,...