You can’t fight an enemy you refuse to name. Shadowboxing With Pain For years I thought I was fighting anxiety, procrastination, burnout, people-pleasing, overthinking. But those weren’t the enemies. They were symptoms. Shadows. And I was shadowboxing — exhausting myself against opponents that were never the real threat. The truth? You can’t win a fight with an opponent you know nothing about. If you don’t name your wound, you’ll spend years fighting smoke instead of the fire

You can’t save people from toxic family systems when they’re still loyal to the chaos. Here’s why rescuing someone from the same trauma you escaped often ends in self-abandonment, depression, and spiritual damage.

For most of us, the most painful part of transformation isn’t the ending… it’s the space after  the ending and before  the new beginning. That silent, uncomfortable middle space where nothing feels stable yet. You’re not who you used to be —but you’re not fully who you’re becoming either. This is the threshold season. This is where most women panic. Because the threshold doesn’t give you answers — it gives you surrender. And surrender is terrifying when your identity was buil