Author: Kate

I used to be afraid of my anger. I saw it as something messy and shameful—something to bury deep so no one could see. But the more I buried it, the more it grew, like roots spreading under the surface, cracking things I thought were stable. Now I’m learning that anger isn’t the enemy. It’s…

There’s a deep, quiet intelligence in my body that I’m learning to listen to more and more. It’s not about control or forcing things to happen the way I want; it’s about trust. Trusting that my body knows exactly what it’s doing—even when my mind is filled with doubt or worry. Every ache, every craving,…

When my child has a meltdown or talks back or refuses to do something I asked, it’s easy to feel like I’m doing something wrong—or that they are. But I’ve been learning to pause and remind myself: this isn’t a sign of failure. It’s information. Their behaviour isn’t a reflection of my worth as a…

Just because your story started in pain doesn’t mean it has to end there. Just because someone told you who you were—too emotional, too quiet, not enough, hard to love—doesn’t mean their version is the truth. You are not locked into the roles other people gave you. You can rewrite the script. Maybe you grew…

Recovery isn’t linear. It’s more like a winding path through a thick forest—sometimes I walk with clarity, sometimes I trip over roots I didn’t see coming. There are stretches of stillness where nothing seems to change, and then suddenly, growth bursts through like wildflowers after rain. There were days I felt like bare ground. Nothing…