For years, I poured myself into helping others—always giving, rarely pausing. On the outside, I was holding it all together.
Inside, I felt depleted, restless, and far from myself.
My body whispered for change, and at last, I listened.
I began carving out space.
I stepped back from constant striving.
And slowly, I came home—to me.
That homecoming changed everything.
It guided me toward new lands and new love.
It invited me into motherhood.
And most of all, it called me into a deeper remembrance of who I am beneath the noise of “shoulds” and striving.
HerSpirit is the devotion born from that return.