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Writing to Find Truth: A Reflection on the Philosophers Who Did the Same

I wrote my way to the clarity and truth I have now. Most philosophers do the same thing. They write to find truth. When I look at philosophical texts, I see where they got stuck in the human rules, in their own stories and perceptions, and I understand how incredibly difficult it is to challenge those things. Many times, I question how much these old philosophers were able to fully live their philosophies. Kierkegaard, for example, did live his philosophy—at the expense of everything else. Why? Because he lived it in secret. He hid, avoided relationships, all but dodged life to maintain integrity with his philosophy. The problem that many have is that the philosophy becomes the justification for their life choices. They end up in a mental loop where their philosophy justifies their choices, and their choices justify their philosophy. Even if it creates pain, they accept that as the consequence of living life the way they’ve conceptualized it. Kierkegaard believed that the pain he felt was the point. The pain was the point of the human experience. The pain justified his philosophy. Kierkegaard, Sartre, Jung, Camus, and many others brought messages to life that they felt would help

How to Stop Living in The Contradiction

Do as I say, not as I do. In parenting, it looks like swearing like a pirate while telling your kids not to. Or demanding they get off their screens while you keep scrolling Facebook. Or better—telling your kids not to hit while you spank them. In politics, it looks like being told you live in a free country while being handed a list of rules you didn’t ask for. It looks like “free speech” that isn’t really free, because there are still things you’re not allowed to say. Where in your life do you live in the contradiction?Where do you say one thing and do the opposite?Where do your beliefs conflict with the way you actually live? If there’s a contradiction, then something isn’t true. Let’s be real—there’s plenty of grey area in life. Something isn’t always hot or cold—it’s warm. That’s fine.Grey areas are part of the deal.We just have to make sure we actually see the grey for what it is.Not pretend it’s clear when it isn’t. Not call it truth when it’s actually contradiction. I remember when my daughter was little, I believed in the idea of a bedtime.But can you actually make somebody sleep? Have

I Didn’t Know What I Was Doing Then – I Do Now

Back in 2002, when I was pregnant with my daughter, sleep deprivation wasn’t an option. I simply didn’t function on just a few hours of broken sleep—it made me physically sick. I needed to get a full night’s rest, or at least something close to it, most nights. But how? Google was still new then, but it had content—even back then. I started searching for ways to avoid sleep deprivation while parenting a newborn. That’s when I found attachment parenting. Dr. Sears was talking about co-sleeping, and after a little reading, I realized this could be my way around the exhaustion. I knew co-sleeping was normal in many places around the world—North America was the exception, not the rule. So, I decided I was going to co-sleep. After more reading to figure out how to do it safely, I set off on my co-sleeping journey. Attachment parenting introduced me to extended breastfeeding, too. Co-sleeping and breastfeeding meant I didn’t have to get up at night to make bottles or fuss with anything. I could sleep topless, just roll over, stick a boob in my daughter’s mouth, and go right back to sleep. Brilliant. Another problem solved. I was still pregnant

The Dark Night of the Soul

The Dark Night of the Soul isn’t depression. Don’t turn it into that.It’s not a mental health crisis—it’s a full system reboot.It’s the part of healing where everything false burns off.Not because you’re broken, but because you’re waking up. It’s the disorientation that happens when the stories stop working.When you no longer believe the roles you were given:Who you’re supposed to be.What you’re allowed to feel.How you’re expected to live. This isn’t about hopelessness—it’s about emptiness.The space left behind when identity crumbles and nothing replaces it.Yet. It’s not meant to be fixed. It’s meant to reorganize you. And that reorganization happens in the quiet.No grand revelations. No divine fireworks.Just you, sitting in the heat of your own truth,longer than you thought you could.Waiting for the moment when the truth arrives. You are who you were meant to be.The world didn’t change you.You changed yourself. You’re free to go back.You’re free to start again.You’re free to become who you truly are.