We only claim the identity once the result confirms it. Artist when it sells. Successful when the title hits. Beautiful when the mirror agrees. It’s intermittent reinforcement—like pulling a slot machine lever, chasing the rush and forgetting the losses. When we outsource our worth to outcomes we can’t fully control, we stay stuck chasing happiness instead of embodying it. Power returns the moment you decide who you are before the proof appears.

She stayed for almost twenty years because it “wasn’t bad enough to leave.” Not good—just tolerable. A spotless home. Smiling vacation photos. A life that looked fine from the outside while quietly draining her from within. Each time she lowered her expectations, she moved farther from herself. What she knows now is this: the cost of staying the same is far higher than the cost of change—and the distance between what she had and what she wanted was never as far as she believe

This week, I was doing what I do, scrolling on Facebook, and saw a friend post about his weight loss journey.    He looked f*cking fantastic.  It's why I stopped to look in the first place. But beyond even the obvious weight loss, the most noticeable thing about the “AFTER” photo was his big, beaming smile.   The caption told me that he had been showing up at the gym, focusing on his health, really doing the work. But tucked into his celebration post was an apology too- " I k

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You’ve probably noticed this about yourself: When a friend needs help, you’re there. No hesitation. No second thoughts. You’ll move mountains, reschedule your entire day, over-give until your own body is running on fumes.   But when it’s flipped? When someone wants to give to you? When they offer help, praise, love, or generosity, suddenly, your skin crawls. You deflect, minimize, brush it off. You turn it into a joke.  You’re more comfortable carrying everyone else than let

She sat across from me this week and said something I’ll never forget: “My divorce cost over $100K—and it’s the best money I will ever spend.” She wasn’t celebrating the ending of a marriage. She was naming the true cost of settling—the nights she pretended she was fine, the intimacy that felt like obligation, the slow erosion of her standards and self. That money bought her freedom, breath, mornings without dread, joy without rationing.

No one told me it would happen this way.   Not in one dramatic moment, but in a thousand tiny asks: ✨ Smile when you don’t feel like it. ✨ Say yes when your body screams no. ✨ Don’t rock the boat. Don’t want too much. Don’t be too much.   And so I started handing over little pieces of myself. One compromise here, one silence there. I didn’t even notice how much was burning until I was standing in the ashes.   That’s what society does best—it doesn’t shove you into silence, it

Something people don’t always know about me is just how incredibly wild my career has been.   I’ve worked as a crisis counselor in a New York City ER. I’ve worked inside institutions in Sri Lanka with the NIH. I’ve taught sex ed in Philly high schools. I was a private investigator with the government. I got into the FBI.   But the one that always piques the most interest? My run as a mental health therapist in solitary confinement at the notorious Rikers Island.   Now—I’ll sa

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When she first came to me, my client was a school teacher.   She was underpaid, overworked, and constantly told to be grateful for less . She wanted more— but didn’t know how to name it.   Sure, we could have focused on how to save money, budget better, or build deeper self-care routines.  But none of that would have touched what was really underneath.   What she needed was permission.   Permission to listen to her own voice. Permission to follow her intuition. Permission to

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ChatGPT said: For years, I lived in the chokehold of “not enough.” No matter how much I achieved, it was never enough. Until one day, I realized I’d been worshiping at the altar of almost. Almost powerful. Almost free. Almost me. That day, I decided—enough isn’t a finish line; it’s the baseline. You don’t get unstuck by proving yourself. You get unstuck by refusing to negotiate your worth another second.

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By now you know—I’ve been guiding women into their Yes, I Am Too Much™ era: women who are hungry for more, bold enough to claim it, and feral enough not to settle. But yesterday, on a Become Her call, I caught myself doing the very thing I tell my women never to do—second-guess. Imposter Syndrome whispered, and I pulled back. Played it safe. And then it hit me: if I’m asking them to show up unedited, unapologetic, and raw… I have to do the same. That’s why I pivoted. Becau

This week was hard. The kind of week that calls a family to the table— emotionally, logistically, spiritually.   It was heavy. But...

Ways in which "praise" can be disguised from what it truly is- a way to keep us small.