June 2025

When Life Breaks You Open…

…Extend Yourself Grace. Today, all I have to offer is my unadulterated truth, and the truth is – my heart is cracked wide open. So here is the raw and unfiltered truth. I’m exhausted, holding more weight than I believe one heart should have to bear. Over the past 15 months, life has surged forward relentlessly leaving me feeling like I was in the center of a windstorm. I worked through all of it. Coached through all of it. Showed up for my people through all of it. And finally last week, I created space for me to pause. I did not go on a fancy vacation or leisure, I simply took space to exhale deeply, to set down the heavy luggage of life I’ve dragged around far too long, and reconnect with my first love – writing. In that quiet sanctuary, my soul and body began a gentle conversation again, reacquainting themselves with each other intimately after months of a fling. Then Friday arrived softly, but left brutally, carrying news that my beloved pastor had transitioned. This loss runs deep. Although I knew it would come, and I thought I was prepared for it, I wasn’t. I am sad. This man was my mentor, my guide, my spiritual compass, the first soul to truly recognize me before I could recognize myself. He ordained me, protected me, showed me grace embodied. He was love made tangible. And now, he rests. And I grieve openly. Life moves in exactly this way. Just when you dare to believe you’ve weathered the worst, just as you begin to breathe deeply again, a new storm arrives, asking more from your heart than you thought possible. So today, I arrive exactly as I am, a Black woman who has to show up to work on Tuesday and lead, while holding a heart sore with yet another grief. Every new grief stirs up the old grief and leaves my spirit aching and my emotions raw. This is where I am today, and I honor it fully. Acknowledging and sitting within this raw emotion is an essential part of my mental fitness practice. I used to rush through my grief, choosing to focus on tasks so that I wouldn’t have to feel. I was afraid that feeling would cause me to crumble and then I got to a place where I couldn’t even cry. So I learned with great difficulty to allow my emotions the space they need and to allow myself to sit with them. Because strength is not only found in moving forward but also in being still. And I didn’t crumble, in fact I healed. Today, I could have chosen not to post. Or to pretend that all was well. But here I am, human, tender, and fully present in my experience. I share this openly to remind myself (and you) that grief deserves recognition, sincere acknowledgement and compassionate space. So if like me your heart is feeling tender, if your spirit feels burdened, and you are just emotionally spent, know this deeply you are not alone and you don’t have to rush through it. Give yourself an opportunity to truly see you. Gift yourself permission to pause and feel. You deserve the space that you would afford another to feel all that you hold within you. Today my plan is to be gentle with myself, to treat me with compassion, and to forgo performative strength and sit with my authentic emotions. And my friends that is enough. Until then, I am going back to bed, putting my phone on do not disturb, watching sappy movies and crying my eyes out. It is what I need because I’m tired. Deep-down-to-my-bones tired from holding too much..

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You Weren’t Designed to Be Strong Alone

The Power of Co-Regulation It started as a flutter in my chest, but within minutes, I was folded against the wall of my bedroom, trying to remember how to breathe. I had already searched every drawer and cabinet for my medication, but it was nowhere to be found. My stomach was in knots. My thoughts were spiraling – fast, loud, and tangled. My heart raced like it was trying to outrun something I couldn’t name. I knew the signs, an anxiety attack had arrived like an unwanted and unwelcome guest. I pulled out every tool I had. But my body wasn’t listening. And the truth was, neither was I. Then the phone rang. It was a friend. One of the few people who really sees me. Here\’s the kicker – even in the middle of my spiral that I knew would end badly, I told them not to come.“I’ll be fine,” I said, trying to convince both of us.They didn’t argue. They just said, “I just want to put my eyes on you. I’ll be there in 12 minutes.” And they were. My friend walked into the room quietly and wrapped their arms around me. I didn’t have to explain. I didn’t have to perform. I didn’t have to pull myself together. They held me and started breathing, slowly and deeply. I followed their lead. Inhale.Exhale.Repeat. They didn\’t let go until my breath began to settle, the pressure in my chest loosened and the spinning thoughts slowed just enough for me to feel like myself again. Just enough to remind me I wasn’t alone. What changed for me in that moment wasn’t the situation. It was the safety that I felt by being held by someone I trust. The Science Behind Why Being Held Worked Let me pause here, because I want you to really take this in, that moment wasn’t just about comfort, it was biological. This is what the science calls co-regulation. According to Dr. Stephen Porges’ Polyvagal Theory, our nervous systems are constantly scanning for cues of safety. It’s called neuroception – a kind of subconscious radar your body uses to determine if you’re okay. When you’re in the presence of someone calm, attuned, and emotionally safe, your body shifts out of fight-or-flight and into rest-and-receive. In moments of co-regulation, your body isn’t simply relaxing, it’s actively restoring itself. This is a return to balance, a reset that allows you to feel safe enough to soften. Your vagus nerve is the communication superhighway between your brain and body, and it gets activated in those moments. It sends out signals saying, “We’re safe now.” Your heart rate slows. Your breath deepens. Your thoughts soften. You come back home to yourself. And to clear, this isn’t fluff. Dr. Ruth Feldman’s 2012 research shows that shared physiological states, like breathing together or syncing heartbeats, actually promote emotional regulation and healing. What your body feels in moments of co-regulation is scientifically valid and deeply human. The society we live in often encourages and facilitates disconnection and physical distance, teaches us to celebrate independence, and to equate strength with solitude. But our bodies both know and tell a deeper truth. We were designed to co-regulate, to find grounding in the presence of others, and to experience healing not as a solitary act, but as a shared one. This Isn’t a You Problem Here’s what I need you to know, your need for support is not a flaw, it\’s a signal. You are not broken or lacking in any way. What you\’re experiencing is your nervous system doing exactly what it was designed to do – asking for connection when it\’s overwhelmed, and sending up signals when it’s reaching its limit. If you’ve been feeling like you\’re holding it all together with a thread, it might be because you\’ve been trying to do alone what your body was designed to do in relationship. That makes sense when you consider how many of us were taught that strength means never needing anyone. That holding it all is noble. But what if real strength is knowing when to reach for support? To allow for softness? To make room for connection? Because of our wiring we can be clear that even powerhouses need people. The Distance is Real, But the Need is Still There And that brings me to something we don’t talk about enough – how hard it is to access co-regulation in today’s world. We text more than we talk. We wave through screens more than we hug. We work from home, live away from family, and stay buried under calendars full of obligations that don’t include touch, presence, or pause. For Black and Latina women, especially those navigating spaces where they are one of few, this distance can carry an added weight. It’s not just inconvenient, it’s a quiet kind of invisibility that wears on the body and spirit over time. But even in a world that pushes us toward disconnection, your body still remembers what it needs. It needs attuned presence, grounded connection, a steady hand, a long exhale, a space where you don’t have to translate your pain. We cannot self-care our way out of what is, because at its core, this is a crisis of disconnection. We heal in relationship with people who know how to hold space, not just fill it. You Deserve to Be Held, Too So let me offer you this – you can have all the tools, know all the techniques, be the helper, the healer, the high-performer, and still find yourself gasping for breath in the quiet. You might still be longing for someone to say, \”You don’t have to do this alone.\” And when that moment comes, when you are seen, held, or simply heard, please don’t question your worth or your strength. There is nothing weak about needing others. In fact, allowing yourself to receive care is one of the most courageous things you can do. If you have someone that hold

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The Gentle Goodbye

If you think detaching from toxic relationships requires a dramatic exit worthy of a reality show, think again! You can gracefully wave goodbye without the clutter of anger or guilt. Embrace your inner peace, accept people’s limits, and remember, your joy isn’t a reward—it’s your birthright. So go on, reclaim that energy!

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Living Without Regret Is a Practice—Not a Hashtag

Living without regret sounds fabulous, like a Pinterest board come to life, but it’s really about messy, tearful choices—think sobbing in your car or awkwardly saying no to family drama. Self-sovereignty isn’t Instagrammable; it’s about the chaos of truth and the courage to choose yourself, even when it stings.

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