Avid Earthling

So let’s talk about doormat energy for a second.

There’s a version of you that has been holding it all together for so long — at home, at work, in relationships, in rooms where you were the only one holding the line — she started mistaking her unlimited support and holding on for “hope,” for who she actually is.

Not because you’re “too nice” — but because somewhere along the way, most of us (women) learned that being agreeable, complacent, forgiving, accommodating, and endlessly flexible was the price of being loved, hired and feeling chosen.

So we got good at it. Really good. Gold-medal good.🏅

And then she’s left exhausted, energetically drained or financially strained from performing palatability and over-empathy in spaces — boardrooms, relationships, group chats — that don’t reciprocate and were never safe enough for her to show up fully.

Because here’s what nobody tells you: the same energy that keeps you agreeable in an imbalanced relationship dynamic, is the same energy that keeps you silent in a meeting where your idea just got credited to someone else.

The same wound that has you over-explaining your “no” to a partner is the one that has you over-delivering at work just to feel like you’ve earned your seat.

It’s the same pattern. Different costume. And sometimes it takes hard lessons, heartbreak and hindsight to see it.

Full-self energy isn’t a rebrand. It isn’t a glow-up. It’s the quiet, sometimes uncomfortable process of finding your way back to the version of yourself you agreed to shrink — and deciding she’s the one worth nourishing, loving and protecting.

These are the 8 things I (& my abandonment wound) had to unlearn to get there. Some took years. Some I’m still working on.

All of them changed something, and your nervous system and inner child are clocking it.

Swipe through — which one lands for you? Drop it below. No judgment. I’ve been there. 👇🏽

Happy Mother’s Day to the Mom who is holding it all together — the kids, the home, the family, the career, the responsibilities, the grieving of old identities — and doing her healing work at the same time.

To the ones who show up for their kids while learning to show up for themselves.

To the ones who are rebuilding, restarting, or finally breathing again.

The ones who are simultaneously calling in their matriarchal ancestors for wisdom while healing generational trauma.

To the ones who are doing this solo — or who did it solo for longer than anyone knows.

You are not behind.

You are not broken.

You are in progress. You are resilient. And even on your hardest days, you are SO powerful.

One thing I know from experience — when your nervous system is overwhelmed + doesn’t feel safe, it can feel like nothing flows easily.

Not your confidence, not your voice, not your ability to receive love, rest, creativity or support.

That’s the real work of Motherhood that no one posts about.

The regulation. The repair. The healing aspects of feeling seen by likeminded women + in community.

The quiet choosing of moments to care for your own needs in between everyone else’s — again and again.

This Mother’s Day, I hope you feel:

❤️Safe in your body

🧡Creative + alive in your life + dreams

💛Worthy of everything you’re building

💚Open to receiving love, as much as you give to others

🩵Able to speak your truth in safe spaces

💜Able to trust your inner wisdom

🤍Aligned with your purpose

You deserve that. Not someday. Let’s aim for everyday.

Happy Mother’s Day, gorgeous. I see you.🌷🫶🏽

📷 by .michelle

The day I handed in my notice at a past corporate job, I could breathe again. Literally.

For months leading up to that day, my asthma had been getting worse and worse. I was using my inhaler multiple times a day — especially on my commute to work. I was exhausted. My body was telling me something my mind didn’t understand or wasn’t ready to accept — that I was suffocating.

Not metaphorically. Physiologically.

I was drowning under a workload I kept asking for help with. And every time I asked, I was told I was doing great - just keep going. No relief came. Unseen, unheard. Just reassurance that didn’t match my reality.

So I stayed longer. And my body kept the score.

Clearly the grief that I was experiencing during the last few months there was real (see Heart chakra slide).

I wasn’t just grieving the job I had been hired for & its originally manageable workload — I was grieving a version of myself who had been healthy, free, productive and above water. A version of me that was slowly disappearing while I was trying to hold everything together alone.

After I left I found out they hired multiple managers to replace me. Multiple.

That’s another thing nobody talks about — how high-achieving women are so good at carrying impossible levels of mental and emotional load in their lives, careers, families — usually the people around them don’t even realize the weight of it all until it’s too late — or they are gone.

Here’s what’s real: Your body knows before your mind does.

The tightness in your shoulders. The shallow breathing. The exhaustion that sleep doesn’t fix. The emotions that feel “too big” or “too much.”
That’s not weakness. That’s your nervous system asking — begging — to be seen and heard.

Let this be your guide to start listening.

🔖 Save this for the next time a big emotion shows up and you don’t know what to do with it.

And if you’re ready to start leading from a place of longevity — the link in bio is waiting for you.