Category: Love In Retrograde
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The Forgotten Ritual There’s a ritual older than spellwork, more cleansing than smoke, and more transformative than any crystal grid or moonlit manifestation. It doesn’t require candles, herbs, or a perfectly timed moon phase. It’s called: “I’m sorry.” And somehow, it’s the one incantation people refuse to cast. Instead, they dodge and deflect. They clarify…
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They say a father is a daughter’s first love. But really, he’s her first case study—her first example, her first unintentional teacher. Long before girls learn equations or phonics, they learn tone. They learn tension. They learn what affection looks like in practice, not theory. They learn how it feels to be prioritized—or quietly placed…
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Some songs are written in the heat of the moment.This one was written after the body was already cold. Before we get into it, here’s how this post works. These lyrics are read without context—no backstory, no personal history, no explanation of who or what inspired them. Just the song as it exists on the…
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A Love Letter to My Lingering Linguistic Trauma There are breakups you walk away from with a box of old hoodies, a regret or two, maybe a Spotify playlist you pretend you don’t miss…and then there are the ones that leave you flinching at random words like you’re being hunted by a rogue Scrabble tile.…
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Resolutions for 2026 The Year I Actually Have Something to “Resolve” Every year I make the same joke: my resolution is to lose weight, then I shrug dramatically, mutter “ope,” and declare I’ll try again next year once it inevitably fizzles out by the seventh sunrise. But this year?This year I hit the damn goal.The…
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A love letter to the women who stopped apologizing for choosing themselves. The Myth of Completion Somewhere between Disney movies and dating apps, we were brainwashed. Conditioned to believe that a woman’s story isn’t whole until a man enters the frame—until there’s a ring, a “Mrs.” before your name, and a happily ever after that…
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The One Where I Finally Stopped Settling for “Good Enough” Dave still says therapy doesn’t work for him.But here’s the thing — therapy works. He just hasn’t found the right therapist. And honestly? It took me years—and seven therapists—to find mine. The first one talked more than I did.The second gave me whiplash — one…
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When Sleeplessness Isn’t Mania — It’s the Weight of Everything Anybody who knows me knows I don’t do all-nighters.Jamie used to make fun of me for it — no matter what we were doing, I’d hit my wall by 2AM like clockwork. My brain would just…power down. So when I stayed awake for nearly a…
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When Survival Mode Becomes the Default During a therapy session, I was telling my therapist all the things I’ve been doing to make sure the girls feel safe and secure through all this chaos—because, as always, they’re my #1 priority. She took a pause, then asked:“But how are you holding up?” And I froze. Because…
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Disclaimer: This post isn’t necessarily about my own situation. Some stories are inspired by shared experiences, conversations, and the patterns too many of us recognize all too well. The Child Support Conversation Nobody Wants to Have Since I’m going through a divorce, my feed has suddenly been flooded with videos and think-pieces about child support—and…