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 will sweep in and rescue them from whatever challenges or insecurities they face. This narrative, often perpetuated by Disney movies, paints a picture of a fictitious tower from which we await our liberation. While I've personally navigated one of the most profoundly devastating relational losses in my life, a persistent glimmer of hope for re

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