She Doesn’t Sleep on the Couch Anymore

Even on the darkest nights… the sun still rises.

And this morning, so did I.

Last night, something cracked open inside me—not in anger, but in truth.

It wasn’t quiet. It wasn’t polished.

It was messy. Loud. Freeing.

And it was exactly what needed to happen.

There was wine.

There were words that had been stuck in my throat for months.

There was a woman standing in her kitchen—finally saying everything she’s been afraid to say out loud.

And for the first time in a long time…

I didn’t sleep on the couch.

I used to.

I used to tiptoe around tension.

I used to shrink myself to keep the peace.

I used to exile myself when things got uncomfortable—curled up on the couch like a problem to be managed.

But last night?

I stayed in my bed.

I stayed in my power.

I stayed in the truth of what I need and what I will no longer apologize for.

Because she doesn’t sleep on the couch anymore.

I won’t get into the details of who or what triggered it all—because those parts are sacred and private.

But what I will say is this:

I’ve been carrying the emotional load.

Planning the trips.

Paying the bills.

Raising my kids.

Building a business.

Trying to grow while still holding the weight of someone else’s healing.

And I’ve asked for one simple thing—for effort. For growth. For presence.

What I got, for a long time, was silence.

Redirection.

Resistance.

Until I finally couldn’t hold it anymore.

And in the tension of that truth… something shifted.

Today is Day 3 of something I’m creating called WILD 44, and while I should feel hungover from the wine or the emotional firestorm of last night, I don’t.

I feel clear.

I feel strong.

I feel proud of the woman I’m becoming.

Because last night wasn’t about him.

It was about me.

Choosing myself.

Choosing peace over performance.

Choosing sovereignty over silence.

🐺 WILD 44 — Day 3 Affirmation:

I am grateful for the woman I’m becoming.

I truly love me.

To the woman who still walks on eggshells…

To the one who curls up on the couch just to avoid being “too much”…

To the one doing it all and wondering when someone will finally see her:

There comes a moment when you stop abandoning yourself to keep someone else comfortable.

There comes a day when you speak.

When you stay in your bed.

When you stay in your truth.

She doesn’t sleep on the couch anymore.

And maybe… it’s time you didn’t either.

🔥 A Little Peek Behind the Curtain…

Today is Day 3 of something called WILD 44—something I haven’t talked about much yet.

It’s not a challenge.

It’s not a cleanse.

It’s not about being perfect.

It’s a reclamation. A remembering.

A daily return to the wild, grounded, fully alive woman I was always meant to be.

I’m not ready to launch it just yet—but I am building it.

Brick by brick. Truth by truth.

And when it arrives, it will be for the woman who’s ready to get honest, go deep, and reclaim every part of herself in 44 intentional days.

WILD 44 is on the horizon.

And babe, so is your awakening.

Stay tuned.

Stay wild.

Stay in your bed. 😉