A personal reflection on caregiver burnout—and the deeper existential toll of caring for an elderly loved one. I have so many dreams. So many that I often don't know where to start. I have too many dreams to live in one lifetime—songwriting, animal communication, tiny house living, ski holidays, a Joe Dispenza advanced retreat, other healing retreats, knitting, pottery, volunteering at an animal rescue, lots of massages, and so many more.  But lately, it feels like I’m living

A personal reflection on exhaustion, silence, and stepping away. Lately, I’m caught in a space with no clear edges—a nowhere land. I feel small in an overwhelmingly noisy world, and right now, I’m in the middle of the zone of not knowing. Not knowing what to do. Not knowing where to go with my life.   The big book campaign—9,340 emails and months of hope—brought not one sale. Only deafening silence, and an emptiness that reached both my heart and my bank account. Turns out,