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It turns out he wasn’t the only one who betrayed me.

This year taught me that survival isn’t clean. It’s messy, human, and rarely heroic.

Every love story begins somewhere. Mine began with a pen

I’m learning to wade back into love slowly, trusting both the current and the shore.

An energetic tether is still alive.

I've been unwilling to admit how much something still haunts me.

I wrote something that I questioned.

Welcome back to life, Katherine.

He loved sleek lines and speed, I loved the idea that loyalty could make me worthy.

Legacy builds us. Collapse remakes us. Authenticity begins somewhere in between.

Possibility knocked softly. I answered.

File this under: life advice I didn’t expect to get from a pop song.

My first hike of the year was so much more than I expected it to be.

A quiet week, a home in transition, and a glimpse of what’s to come.

The truth about why I chose to hit publish.

There are souls who orbit our lives, disappearing for years, then reappearing just when we need their light again.

Healing hasn’t been all strength and self-love. Sometimes it’s been worry, raw and human

This week. Oh my.

We are all profoundly human.

Hope moves like energy—unseen, unstoppable, and not always safe to touch.