When I think about communication and how important it is, I have to be honest, it's not something I grew up seeing in the healthiest way. And that’s not to throw my parents under the bus, because I understand now, as a grown woman, that they were doing the best they could with the emotional tools they were given. They loved in the ways they knew how. They showed up in the ways they understood. And sometimes, that meant communication looked a little different than what I needed. My dad showed...

Let’s talk about being angry after being wronged. Because a lot of people think anger means you’re not healed, but it doesn’t. It just means you felt it. I used to think being angry made me less spiritual, like I wasn’t walking in forgiveness or faith if I admitted I was mad. I used to rush to say, “It’s straight” or “I’m over it,” when really, I was still replaying the moment in my head. I’ve had people lie on me, disrespect me, twist my words, and then play victim when they were the ones...

Lately, I’ve been realizing a lot about myself. Like how no matter how much I give, sometimes it still feels like it’s not enough for people. And that feeling eats at you after a while. You start asking, “what’s wrong with me?” when really, nothing’s wrong, you just kept giving to people who didn’t have the capacity to see you fully. I’ve had to face the truth about my own ways too though. I can be stubborn, I can shut down when I feel misunderstood, self sabotage, and I can make things...