Permission to Be Human: My Story

I became everyone's go-to person at 12, telling my crying mom "It's okay, we'll be fine" when dad left. For 20 years, I was the rock everyone leaned on—solving problems, offering comfort, never asking for help myself.

The problem with being everyone's rock? Rocks crack too.

At 2:47 AM, sitting alone in my car after another exhausting day of fixing everyone else's problems, I finally broke. That's when I gave myself something I'd never allowed: permission to not be okay.

That moment changed everything. Now I help other helpers, high-performers, and people-pleasers give themselves the same permission. Because sometimes the most courageous thing you can do is stop being so damn strong all the time.