I spent a long time not recognizing the woman in the mirror.

Not because of how she looked.

But because somewhere along the way, her voice had gotten so tangled up in someone else's narrative that she couldn't tell where they ended and she began.

Getting her back wasn't loud or dramatic. It was quiet. It was a practice. And it started with learning to listen inward again.

This week's newsletter is the story I haven't fully told yet.