I’ve tried therapy a couple of times now, and I just can’t seem to get it right. I’m not sure if it’s me, the therapist, or this unrealistic expectation of what therapy should look like—and the impact it’s supposed to have on my life. One thing is for sure: it almost feels like no therapist I speak to can handle the emotional trauma dump that comes with POI. But the frustrating part is, I don’t want to talk to a therapist solely about POI. I don’t want a fertility specialist. I want to talk...

I started a new job this week. On paper, that’s a good thing. A normal thing. The kind of life update people congratulate you for. But instead of excitement, the main feeling that followed me all week was unease. Not panic exactly. Just a low, steady hum in the background. Like my body was trying to tell me something my mind hadn’t quite figured out yet. What surprised me most is that I’ve never really thought of myself as an anxious person. Anxiety used to be something I heard other people...

As I started my day today with yoga, the teacher spoke about the end of the Year of the Snake and the idea of shedding toxic poison from our lives. About letting go of what no longer serves us. About releasing old skins so we can grow into something lighter, truer, and more aligned. That moment landed deeper than I expected. It got me thinking about what I want to shed from this last year… and what I want to embrace and carry with me as we move into the Year of the Horse. This past year felt...