Kate Didd

For a long time I believed I had simply chosen poorly. But that wasn’t the truth. We had chosen each other when we were younger and far less equipped for the storms that life eventually delivered. Trauma, grief, stress, exhaustion, those things do not politely knock. They bulldoze communication until two people who once spoke…

Have you ever met the adult equivalent of a toddler? You know the one. You say, “Don’t do that.” And they immediately do exactly that thing while staring directly into your soul like a raccoon knocking over a trash can just to see what happens. I have met several of them. We call them narcissists…

There is a violence to becoming. People like to dress transformation in soft language, rebirth, awakening, healing as if it arrives wrapped in silk and candlelight. But the truth is far more feral. It is bone splitting open to make room for muscle. It is lungs burning as they learn a new rhythm of breath.…

There are moments in life when everything rearranges itself so violently that the person you were before simply… stops existing. You don’t notice it immediately. At the time, it just feels like terror. Or grief. Or humiliation. But later, sometimes years later, you realize that moment cracked your life open and forced you to rebuild…

There is a particular kind of morning that feels almost sinful in its beauty. The kind that makes you suspicious of happiness. I wake into it slowly, like a creature surfacing from deep water, already aware that the world outside my windows is drenched in a light too golden to be ordinary. The sun is…

Romantic comedies always start with a girl staring out a window. She’s got messy hair, a coffee cup, maybe a cardigan that suggests she’s charmingly disorganized but spiritually thriving. There’s music swelling somewhere. A meet-cute is coming. A destiny. A montage. I never got that scene. When I was a little girl, I wasn’t staring…

Do you believe in Santa Claus? The Easter Bunny? The Tooth Fairy? Do you believe your parents always knew what they were doing? Your first marriage was forever? Your childhood best friend would never betray you? Do you believe the people on the internet? And most importantly… Do you believe your therapist is your friend?…

I literally hate this part. The part where I feel it again, that pressure building in my chest like the universe is tapping me on the shoulder saying, “Alright, babe. Time to level up.” And every single time it happens, it costs me something. That’s the part nobody talks about when they glorify growth. Every…

I am in it again. Another becoming. Another shedding. Another version of myself standing in the doorway of a life I prayed for, blinking at it like it might disappear if I stare too long. Sometimes I feel like I never get to enjoy who I am. I arrive, breathless, wiser, softer, stronger and just…

I don’t know when it happened. One day I was feral and free-range, surviving on vibes and caffeine. The next? I’m up at 4:00 a.m. like I’ve enlisted in the military of My Own Potential. Before the sun. Before the emails. Before the world can make a single demand of me. I wake up. I…