I didn’t set out to build a method.
I was simply trying to tell the truth about my own life.

For years, I did what many women do: I showed up, held it together, stayed reasonable, stayed kind — and quietly disappeared inside my own days. I learned how to be dependable, capable, and composed, but not how to be honest with myself without guilt.

The moment things began to change wasn’t dramatic.
There was no collapse, no grand reinvention.
Just a growing sense that something essential was being ignored — and that continuing to ignore it was costing too much.

So, I slowed down.
I listened more carefully.
I stopped rushing myself toward answers and started asking better questions.

That is where this work began.