This isn’t a podcast about perfect healing.
It’s not sponsored by essential oils or curated by Pinterest.This is for the ones who survive the day and spiral at night.
The ones who laugh through trauma, rage-clean their kitchens, and cry in the pantry while reheating coffee (or high octane tea).I’m a mom of six. I work full-time. I carry trauma, drop f-bombs, and still forget to drink water — even when it's in my hand.
I’m healing — but make it dark.If you've ever whispered “I can’t do this” and still showed up anyway…
You're in the right place.