There are seasons where I feel everything all at once.

The pressure. The pace. The weight of being the one who keeps everything running.

And then there are seasons where I feel nothing at all. Just flat. Disconnected. Foggy.

Journaling has carried me through both.

Not because I always know what to say or because I have the perfect morning routine. But because writing gives me a place to hear my own voice again, underneath the noise.

When I don’t know what I need, I stop trying to think my way through it. I let the questions lead.

There’s a moment we all have—usually on a random Tuesday, somewhere between the second cup of coffee and the laundry you forgot in the washer—where you look around and think:

Is someone going to fix this? Help me? Rescue me from this mess?

And then it hits you: No one’s coming.

And before you spiral (because trust me, I’ve been there too), let me tell you something important.

That realization? It’s not the end of the story. It’s the beginning of a really good one.

How often do you catch yourself being way harder on yourself than you would ever be with a friend? It’s easy to let that inner critic take over, but what if we flipped the script and started talking to ourselves with the same kindness, encouragement, and patience we give others? In this post, I’m sharing why how we speak to ourselves matters, and how small shifts in self-talk can help us show up for ourselves in a way that’s actually supportive. Ready to make your inner voice your biggest cheerleader? Let’s dive in.