Still Unlearning
An open letter to the journey toward self-discovery, healing, and growth. Graciously evolving our narratives, one lesson at a time.
After a series of burnouts left me depressed, anxious, and isolated in my dream city and career, I felt lost and disconnected from who I was. I turned to writing as a form of release and slowly began rebuilding my relationship with myself by establishing new meaning to the world around me. From navigating insecurities to exploring new passions, I’m setting out to build a life that makes me happy and inspire other women that it’s never too late to do the same.
Still Unlearning is a storytelling platform designed to document the lessons learned along this journey while encouraging others to be unafraid of letting go of what’s holding them back from living an authentic, fulfilling life.
Featured Posts
What we talk about when we talk about girlhood
You asked me, “When did I know I was a woman?” and that’s a question that’s as heavy as a day is long. The answer lies only in a story about a girl I used to know. She was just like you. In many ways, she still is. See, for her, girlhood never truly ended. It just became layered…
It's performative until it becomes a reality
While authenticity is all the rage, it’s also one of the most policed things about us. We’ve all become experts at sniffing out the fake—or at least what we believe to be fake. We demand proof of realness before we deem someone’s journey as legitimate. And when we catch someone’s shift in real time, we shame them and call it a fraud…
Thank God I didn't peak at 22
It’s a privilege to age. It’s something many people don’t get to do. And with it comes the realization that the challenges we face and the shifts we go through are proof that we’re still growing…
The best thing I never wanted
It saddens me that even with all the reassurance in the world, I can’t promise my younger self that what lies ahead are greener pastures. All I can give her is comfort and encouragement that we’re exactly where we need to be. But comfort isn’t the same as a guarantee…
Why knowing isn't the same as doing
Practice often reveals the limitations behind our theories. It shows us just how wrong our assumptions were, requiring us to adapt. That’s just how it works. New experiences are supposed to provide you with new information. New information is supposed to change you…
The weight to date
Sitting across from this man whose smile lit up the entire bar, I thought about how this conversation wouldn’t have happened fifty pounds ago. Him leaning in, laughing, flirting. Suddenly, I was approachable, visible, and radiated an undeniable confidence. It was exciting, but it was also confusing…
Be who you would've been otherwise
When confronted with the question of who I am without my limitations, I’m stuck with the realization that I don’t know how to move when nothing’s holding me back.“Same as you were? Or everything you would’ve been otherwise?” That’s the phrase that’s been wrestling back and forth in my head because if given the opportunity, who would I be otherwise?…
Locking in and staying in
Phrases like “your new life is gonna cost you your old one” give me the ick. Not because it’s not valid, but because it frames growth as a form of erasure rather than an act of expansion. It pits your future against your past, as if they need to be at odds with each other…
Living in the contradictions of stability
Stability doesn’t happen by chance. It’s curated and orchestrated. The paradox of an ordinary life is realizing that underneath the unassuming, there is an entire infrastructure, a full-blown ecosystem, working feverishly behind what appears to be smooth and steady…
Everybody wants a village. Nobody wants to be a villager.
Not only have I found myself on the side of friendship where I’ve been told that I wasn’t doing enough to show up, I’ve equally been in situations where I questioned if the friendship was truly doing enough to meet my needs.
These failed attempts at establishing deep relationships have always left me wondering: What exactly does real friendship require?…