There’s a word I’ve been playing with lately: bhessy. She’s the archetype of “bestie,” but with teeth and tenderness. A bhessy  is the kind of friend who will hold your hair back and  your truth forward. She’ll call you on your bullshit, then braid your hair while you cry about it. Because in the world we live in — where we’re supposed to be self-sufficient, emotionally contained, and camera-ready — we forget something ancient: Healing has a communal element. Selfcare was nev

Let’s be honest: grief is a shape-shifter. It sneaks into the body when you’re doing dishes. It curls up beside you when you finally sit...

Little selfcare habits that secretly rewire your relationships? 💥Here’s the golden spark , bhessy! We need to talk about selfcare as...

It was the kind of week where the universe throws a chaos like a tornado — death, flat tires, wounded horses, and one too many...

💔 From My Heart to Yours I am in the thick of heartbreak — soul-heavy, crisis-deep.I show up a little disheveled, a little weary. Please...

Today started simply: a walk. No big agenda. Just a little fresh air, a little movement, and a little space for me. But here’s the secret...

Here’s the thing, Bhessy: taking off the mask is not glamorous. It’s not a perfect morning routine with glowing skin and cucumber water....

There’s this sneaky little spell we’ve all been under.It whispers: be the good wife, be the good mom, be the good girl. Smile politely....

Can Boundaries be Sexy? Hell yes! Let’s get one thing straight: boundaries are not all about those beige-colored fences designed to keep...

Let’s get brutally honest: most of us are walking around like unpaid interns to our own damn lives. Filling out invisible forms: ☑ “May I...

Let’s get brutally honest, Bhessy. We’ve been sold snake oil wrapped in shame: if you just eat cleaner, hustle harder, buy the right...

Let’s transmute 'meh' into 'mojo' - get a little magical, sensual, and practical with Boredom. Boredom isn’t proof that something is...

Let me set the scene: It’s 10 PM. The lights are low, the sheets are warm, and I’ve just cozied in, ready for my favourite time of day:...

Last week, in a flush of 'fuck it' - I dipped my hands into paint and made a glorious mess. Smudges on my arms, streaks on my jeans,...

O Moon of Darkest Night. Methinks I heard you singing As I twirled over star-drenched fields And drank my lovers' breath Your silver...

A Ritual is a Ceremony Grief is not a problem to solve or a shame to hide. It’s proof that you are alive, tender, and wildly human. It...

Last night,we lit the fire again—not to banish grief,but to give it a place to sit. Around the flames,our circle became a sanctuary: we...

Today, my heart is heavy. Because this morning, I have to slaughter chickens—and I fucking hate it. Yes, I enjoy a roast chicken or KFC...

So, there I was, wandering my ranch with my coffee mug like the queen of dawn (yes, bathrobe + bedhead crown included). Out of nowhere, I...

🔥 Babe, let’s get brutally honest: you’re not just burned out—you’re charbroiled to a crisp . And the trendy answer? Drink kale juice,...