Health and Wellness for Women

I used to think I could handle everything alone. Turns out, I was exhausted (and) not because I worked hard, but because I did it all in silence.

Sisterhood isn’t just a word you hear at brunch or see on a tote bag. It’s real. It’s messy. It’s sometimes confusing as hell. You’ve felt it.

I’ve planned sisterhood events that flopped. I’ve attended ones that changed how we showed up for each other.

I know that feeling. The one where you want to tell your sister (or) your chosen sister, or your best friend. Exactly how much she means to you.

You know that moment when you’re scrolling through photos of your friends laughing together. And you feel like you’re watching from behind glass.

Girls get it. You know the kind of friend who shows up without being asked. I’ve had friends who vanished when things got hard.

I used to think friendship was just showing up. Then I watched my sister cry in her car after her divorce. No speeches. No advice.

Sisters get under your skin. They know exactly how to push your buttons (and) when to hand you ice cream after.

You know that moment when you’re scrolling through photos of old friends and realize you haven’t talked to any of them in months.

I’ve watched SAP EWM users waste hours chasing errors that trace back to one thing: Ewmsister.