The Day I Stopped Trying

And why I created these journals + books in the first place

I didn’t create these journals and books because I mastered a system.

I created them because I drowned in all of them.

I healed this.

I fixed that.

I tracked thoughts, watched signs, decoded timing, repeated affirmations, stabilised identities — and none of it gave me what I actually wanted.

None of it gave me peace.

But every moment that did change my life had nothing to do with being perfect or aligned.

It came from hitting a point where everything was too loud, too conflicting, too exhausting —

and I finally said:

“This is what I want.”

Plain.

Direct.

Human.

And every single time I reached that simplicity,

life moved.

Not because I had a technique.

Not because I was in the “right state.”

Not because I healed something.

But because I stopped performing and finally spoke clearly.

These journals and books were born from that truth.

Not to teach you how to manifest.

Not to shape your identity.

Not to give you steps or a method.

Not to turn you into something else.

They exist so you can come back to yourself

when the world feels chaotic

and your mind feels overloaded

and every “system” is telling you you’re doing it wrong.

Sometimes life shifts fast.

Sometimes it takes longer.

No one knows why.

And it doesn’t matter.

Because the second you say,

“This is mine,”

it’s yours —

regardless of how long it takes to appear.

I wrote these pages because I wanted something real.

Something that calms you.

Something that doesn’t ask you to perform.

Something that brings you home when you get lost in the noise.

Every woman I know has had moments where she pushed too hard,

tried too much, carried too many stories about what needed fixing — and ended up exhausted.

I wanted something for her.

Something simple.

Something honest.

Something that reminds her that she was never behind and never broken and never required to heal herself into worthiness.

These pages don’t ask you to become anything.

They help you remember that sometimes, all you needed was to stop trying and let your life meet you again.

Because every time I returned to myself, everything else followed.