For a long time, love felt like something I had to earn. I learned how to be strong, capable, dependable—how to show up for others even when my own cup was empty. Somewhere along the way, love became intertwined with performance. If I could just do enough, be enough, prove enough—then maybe I would be worthy of care, affection, and consistency. But healing has a way of gently unraveling what we thought we knew.

The Rescue Fantasy and a Glimmer of Hope Many women harbor a deep-seated fantasy of a knight in shining armor, a "Prince Charming" who...

ACCEPTANCE: The final stage of grief.  But what happens when you are grieving something that isn’t tangible? Many times we associate...