TW: Pet Loss This is a departure from my typical topics, yet it deserves — begs even — to be birthed into existence. I know I’m not the first, and I’ll never be the last, to write about this. Yesterday, my final act of love was saying goodbye to my
When sex becomes insurance, intimacy disappears. A reflection on betrayal, self-abandonment, and the slow return to truth. Part Two: Reclaiming Intimacy, Embodiment, and Forgiveness After Betrayal This is Part Two of a series exploring the long journey from sexual trauma and people-pleasing to embodied intimacy and self-reclamation. For seven years,
Part 1: Reclaiming Intimacy, Embodiment, and Forgiveness After Betrayal This is Part 1 of a series exploring the long journey from sexual trauma and people-pleasing to embodied intimacy and self-reclamation. If you’re reading this and thinking you’ll never enjoy sex again, never feel safe in your own skin,
Stuck is an illusion that keeps us… Well, stuck. No matter what our current reality feels like. No matter how dire or heavy our situation is , we are not stuck. Stuck isn’t real. It’s a story we tell ourselves to feel safe, even when safety isn’t actually
Sometimes life doesn’t fall apart. It stacks. And quite frankly, it sucks in the stacks. Injuries show up while you’re already tired. Hello, fractured foot. One I did not ask for or put on my 2026 bingo card. Grief arrives when your nervous system is stretched thin. Responsibility
I didn’t come here to build a brand. Well, I take that back. In September of 2025, I set out to build a personal brand because that’s what I thought I had to do. For a long time, I believed that visibility had to come before value. That
My name is Heather. I embarked on a journey of recovery at the tender age of 21. 25 years later and 46 years old, I write about emotional sobriety in the messy middle years of recovery, how to truly begin a path to self-love, how to reclaim intimacy & connection,
I had to finally stop feeding my addiction to drama. For most of my life, being reactive made me feel alive. As long as something was going on, I had purpose. Something to fix. Something to talk about. Something to gossip about. Someone to help while I adorned my glitter
If you just found out about an affair, you’re probably asking yourself the same question I asked: “Should I stay or should I go?” It’s the question that kept me up at 3am. The question that ran on a loop in my head while I was at work,
Join me as I trudge the pink path of life, love, personal growth, and all thing whimsical. I’m launching this space because for many years, I thought sobriety was enough. I stayed clean, worked the steps, showed up for my recovery. But when my husband’s affair blew up