Ever feel like you’re running behind in life? Like everyone’s out there buying homes, having babies, getting engaged…and you’re just trying to make it through the week?

This episode is your reminder that you’re not behind.
This moment, this messy in-between, this quiet season, it still counts.

When the baby arrives, it’s not just a new life being born, it’s a new you. In this episode, we go behind the happy social media photos and into the raw, beautiful tension of motherhood; The faith reclaimed, the body changed, the love reconfigured. This is for every woman learning to hold both grief and joy, fear and fierce tenderness. This is, The Birth of You, Too!

Did you miss me!?

August kicked my ass, pero también me enseño, that I’ve been so stuck on the hustle that I forgot to actually enjoy what I’ve already built. In this episode, I get talk about burnout, healing, and the power of just pausing to fucking breathe.

Because sometimes, the biggest flex isn’t the next move. It’s celebrating this one.

We pray for new beginnings, but nobody talks about how much they cost. Nobody warns you that after the move, the wedding, the dream job…comes the grief.

Grief for who you used to be. Grief for the version of you that felt sure, grounded, home.

This is for the ones who got everything they asked for and still feel lost as hell.

You’re not broken. You’re not failing. You’re in transit.

You don’t have to wait for life to stop hurting to be happy.

You don’t need closure to feel peace.

You don’t need permission to smile.

You just need one bold-ass decision:

I’m choosing joy. Even now. Even here. Even like this.

Welcome to the episode that might just save somebody’s life.

Not all families are born. Some are made by love, by choice, by showing up when it matters.

This Pride, I’m shouting out the ones who didn’t have to save me... but did anyway.

You didn’t have to. But you did.
And that’s everything.

Happy Pride Month!

This episode is a Letter to My Past Self.

This isn’t just a letter. It’s a reckoning.

To the child who hid.
To the teen who prayed to be “fixed.”
To the soul who survived silence, shame, and still chose to stay. This one’s for you.

You were never too much. You were always divine.

This Pride, we don’t just celebrate. We remember who we had to be to make it here.

They’ll call you selfish the moment you stop abandoning yourself for them.
But they never called you selfless when it was killing you.

Let them be mad.
You’re allowed to choose peace.
You’re allowed to fucking matter.

And no, you don’t need a reason!

This is your Permission to Be Selfish.