08/31/2026
For years, I thought staying safe meant staying agreeable.
I was the people pleaser. The diplomat. The one who didn’t say what she wanted or needed, because many times, I didn’t even know what I wanted or needed.
And underneath all of it? I was my own harshest critic.
Then, in 2011, I was diagnosed with multiple sclerosis.
My body rebelled in ways I didn’t know were possible, and suddenly, I couldn’t keep ignoring the way I was treating myself.
Somewhere along the way, I had learned: I don’t matter.
So why speak up? Why disagree? Why make waves? Why say something when something doesn’t feel good?
Changing that didn’t happen overnight.
I started journaling every day in 2012. And DANG. I had no idea how much anger I was carrying.
That became the beginning of a mission to come back to myself. Years of therapy. EMDR. IFS parts work. Immersing myself in the Conscious Uncoupling process. Thousands of hours of boot camp. Thousands of journal pages. Simplifying and reorganizing my life.
Learning to listen to myself. Learning to respect myself.
Learning that my feelings, wants, needs, boundaries, voice, and life actually matter.
I used to automatically assume no one gave a s**t about me.
Now, when that old story shows up, I’m much more likely to ask:
What am I feeling? What do I need right now?
Because somewhere along the way, I learned something that changed everything:
I give a s**t about me.❤️