Standing at the edge of this chapter, fear has a hold of what’s next. Familiar in this not-enoughness, forcing a patina of success. Handling it all, high-functioning, afraid to disappoint another, holding back your truth for the price of being liked.

The architecture of the past is built on old myths of normal, expectations of perfectionism, attachment wounds inherited from our childhood, from our lineage.

What if there was another narrative, one that got to shape?

You don’t have to be broken to get better.

You don’t need to hit bottom before you ask for help.