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Let’s Be Honest for a Second Self-abandonment doesn’t always look like a dramatic “rock bottom.”Most of the time, it’s quiet. It hides in...

Introduction There’s a difference between being broken and being unseen . Between being damaged and being unheld . I used to think I was...

Introduction I turn 37 in a month. There’s something about nearing 40 that makes you look back—not with regret, but with a quiet ache for...

Many women wear the “Good Girl” mask to feel safe, accepted, and loved — but people-pleasing often leads to exhaustion and disconnection. In this blog post, I share how this survival pattern was silently killing my spirit, how I began healing, and why taking off the mask was the most liberating thing I’ve ever done. A must-read for anyone breaking free from perfectionism and reclaiming their truth.

I was the sweet, quiet girl—adjusted, strong, functioning. But deep inside me, a small child was crying out for something very simple: security. Not love, not success—but the feeling, "I'm safe here." In Angola, there was warmth, beach, freedom. In Germany, I was followed by coldness, duty, and silence. Today I know: I am the one my inner child has been waiting for. And I'm finally giving her what she's needed for so long.