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As we step into the first light of a new year, many of us reflect on where we’ve been—and where we think we should be. For me, that reflection has long centered on a single question: Where do I belong? But after six decades of searching, I’ve learned that the answer wasn’t about finding a…
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For years, I looked for guidance in spaces where “care” felt more like a stage production than a conversation. I sat in rooms where authority was worn as an appearance of compassion, used to avoid the messy work of accountability. I remember the sting of being told my clarity was resistance. When I named harm…
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There are responses that look polished, grammatically correct, even “perfect.” They use all the right words, the right tone, the right gestures of care. But for those of us with heightened sensitivity, discernment, and well‑developed pattern recognition, something feels off. We can sense when words are empty vessels. We can tell when care is performed…
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Something triggered me recently. It may appear trivial. It isn’t. Because more than the event itself, what matters just as much is how I responded to it — and the fact that the event itself was a boundary violation I refuse to minimize. In the past, when something felt off in an interaction, my instinct…
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I recently realized that my impulse to create a dedicated blog site for the Sigma Woman archetype wasn’t as neutral as I initially thought. On the surface, it looked like contribution. I wanted to offer something more grounded and substantive than the shallow, misleading content I keep seeing online. I imagined writing academically sound material,…
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It’s been a couple of decades since I stopped celebrating Christmas — and every year, the freedom deepens. No shopping frenzy.No traffic madness.No decorations.No party politics.No gift obligations.No outfit stress. Just quiet. Just clarity. Just me. Christmas Day is an ordinary day in my calendar. I stay in (as I usually do). I have my…
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As a highly sensitive person, I’m wired to notice details, lapses, and inconsistencies. That isn’t something I can turn off. It’s how my nervous system works — an unfortunate consequence of and a scar from my family abuse and trauma history. The growth hasn’t been about stopping noticing. It’s been about learning what I do…
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For a long time, the phrase “don’t sweat the small stuff” felt hollow to me. It sounded like bypassing. Dismissive. Like another way to excuse what should never have been excused. In my family, in systems that tolerated abuse, in environments that mistook generosity for obligation — those were never small. Those were patterns. Naming…
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Today, I noticed a quiet but important shift in myself. For years, I have kept revisiting the same chapters of my life—family, betrayal, caregiving, the condo saga, friendships that broke, systems that failed. I told those stories again and again because I needed to. I needed to release them, to make sense of them, to…
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This is my third blog site. I won’t name the first two, but I will name the truth of what they carried — because that truth is part of why this space exists. My first blog site was born in a very different season of my life. Back then, I was hungry for connection in…
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