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I′m glad you′re here!
This space is part journal, part storefront, part love letter to the version of me who kept rebuilding. I talk healing, softness, motherhood, and becoming — the real kind, not the pretty, Pinterest kind.

Around here, we’re unlearning survival mode and practicing ease on purpose. So whether you came for the stories, the love, or the reminders to be good
You’re home.

It’s Demi

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  • Hello world!

    hey fren. we made it. Listen… this site has been a long time coming. Like, a long time coming. There’s been crashing, cussing, crying, restarting, overthinking, and a few too many snacks eaten at 2 a.m. between “activate plugin” and “publish.” But she’s here. We’re here. And that counts for something. If you’re new here…

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    Car Thoughts: 3 Things Anxiety Taught Me

    I was just driving. Not thinking deep, not trying to heal. And out of nowhere, this truth hit me: I don’t need to reinvent myself to grow. I just need to remember who I was before I learned to perform for love. Healing, for me, is a return. And the remembering is messy, but it’s holy too.

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    Outgrowing People You Still Love

    I didn’t lose myself all at once. I gave myself away in pieces, trying to be lovable. And when it ended, I thought the grief meant I’d made a mistake. But the truth is: I was grieving the version of me I abandoned to keep the connection. The healing was realizing I could love someone deeply and still choose to let them go.

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