My mom would have turned 81 this April 15 th . She died 2 weeks after I turned 32, the same age she was when she had me. For a long time after, I didn’t really know how to allow myself to grief for her. I remember my younger sister sharing her memories of being with her, how she was often reminded of her presence, even in her dreams, and the things she’d enjoy doing in remembrance of her. And I’ve always felt a tinge of guilt for not feeling the same. “Do I not miss her just

It was around midnight on 30 th  December 2025. I was lying in bed next to my husband and daughter in an Airbnb in Japan, a country I’ve always dreamed of visiting. We were spending our year end vacation there with my sister and her family whom I’ve not seen for 3 years. “I should be enjoying myself. I should be feeling happy.”   Those were the thoughts going through my brain. But I wasn’t. Instead, I was the most dysregulated I’ve ever been in a long time. And my heart was a

This quote came up twice for me today. First while I was going through the pages of Dr Aviva Romm’s Hormone Intelligence to read up on supporting perimenopausal symptoms (sleep has been evading me) and then again on my IG feed. It feels very serendipitous because I probably would not have seen this had I not decided to listen to what my body was asking of me today through all the symptoms and gave myself the permission to lay in bed and rest, even if it meant having to resche