We all carry them. Mental files stuffed with labels we didn’t ask for: the survivor, the worker, the “strong one,” the one who just makes it work. For a long …
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You’ve done the work. You’ve started to shred the old folders, challenge the inherited lies, and push against the invisible bars of your conditioning. You feel the stirrings of your …
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We often mistake space for freedom. We think if we just get a bigger house, a different job, or a new city, we’ll finally break free from the invisible chains …