Today I remembered what it feels like to come back to the surface. I didn’t sleep, I didn’t do much, and I didn’t have the bandwidth to force myself—but one unexpected phone call pulled me out of the emotional fog I’ve been sinking in. I talked about grief, intuition, how comparison steals your right to feel, and why “not doing anything” is sometimes the real work. I realized I’ve been carrying old anchors—thoughts, patterns, programming—and it’s time to let them go. I’m teaching people what I’m learning myself: trust your intuition, honor your big emotions, share your stories, and let yourself rest when you need it. I’m tired, a little delirious, but I’m here. And I love you.