For weeks, I’ve felt disconnected from the number. Fifty sounded old. I found myself wondering, What happened to my life? I’ve grieved the feeling that I somehow lost my thirties and forties. Looking back, I think I spent much of those years surviving: doing what needed to be done, carrying…

The overwhelm is almost impossible to explain. Most physicians are so overwhelmed that even describing it feels inadequate, like trying to explain color to someone who has never seen it. It isn’t just being busy or tired. It’s a sustained level of pressure that, over time, starts to feel irrational.

From the outside, it may look like I’m holding it all together. And in many ways, I am. But for a long time, on the inside, it felt chaotic. Overwhelming. Unsustainable. I used to think I was falling apart. Now I understand it differently. My nervous system didn’t feel safe.…

In my last post, I wrote about the moment my balance shifted in the middle of a Barre3 class. A simple glance. A quiet comparison. The way my body wobbled before my mind could catch up. I wrote about rebuilding my boundary in real time. About remembering my Galinda bubble.…

And then I see someone I know. Just a glance. Simple. And there goes my balance. I wobble, and the old story steps forward — my body reacting before my mind starts telling its story. She's more centered. More balanced. More confident.  She moves with ease. She looks and feels…