This is a space for the cycle-breakers, the emotional translators, the girls who grew up too fast.
This is where we unpack the weight, rewrite the roles, and reclaim what was always ours.
You don’t have to earn your rest.
You don’t need permission to begin again.
You’re not alone anymore.
Here’s the truth: you are not responsible for everything and everyone. And releasing the things that were never yours to carry isn’t selfish—it’s sacred.
If you’ve ever felt like you’re carrying the weight of everyone else’s needs on your shoulders—you’re not alone. Eldest daughters often become the steady one, the problem-solver, and the caretaker. We find ourself carrying invisible weight—responsibilities, unspoken expectations, and emotional labor—that quietly pile up until we’re stretched thin. So, I created something just for us: a ritual designed to help us pause, release, and reset so we can return to ourselves.
You have taught me how to survive, Perfectionism, but now, I’m ready to live. In the years that will follow our break-up, I am committed to focusing on myself, as cliché as that may sound. I am committed to exploring what I need to be happy, whole, and healthy without you in my life.