Relatable Words Blog

Explore the steps and practices involved in embarking on a personal emotional healing journey.

I want to share something deeply personal with you today. Over the years, I’ve discovered a quiet, powerful force that has helped me...

In this heartfelt blog post, Kathy reflects on the powerful symbolism of a rocking chair and how it became a source of healing during a difficult time in her life. After going through a painful divorce, Kathy found solace and comfort in the simple act of sitting in a rocking chair on her porch, journaling and reflecting on her journey.

In this deeply personal reflection, I explore the meaning behind a quote that lingered on my followed the rules, met every expectation – but was she ever truly happy? This post is an invitation to rethink the pressures placed on a women to be polite, quiet, and agreeable. Living fully doesn’t mean being reckless – it means embracing our voices, our laughter, and the freedom to step outside the lines. As I reflect on my mother’s unspoken struggles, I choose to live differently

Music has always had the power to reach into places that words cannot. For many of us, it becomes more than background noise, it becomes a refuge, a lifeline, and a mirror to our most silent struggles. In this post, I share how music became an essential part of my healing journey, carrying me through childhood pain, adult reflection, and moments of deep soul work.

This is not easy to write. But it’s time. For years, I carried the weight of my silence like a secret chained to my soul. I was raped. And I was abused. And for a long time, I said nothing. I buried it deep, thinking if I didn’t speak it, maybe it wouldn’t define me. But silence doesn’t heal wounds. It just lets them fester in the dark.

Step into the Forbidden Room – a space built not of walls, but of silence, secrets, and survival. We both needed it, yet neither of us could breathe inside it. This blog isn't just a story – it's a mirror for anyone who's ever hidden pain behind locked emotional doors. What happens when you open that door? What truths wait on the other side? Let's find out – together.

We often speak of heartbreak as something caused by others. But what happens when we are the ones who break our own hearts? When we abandon ourselves to be everything for everyone else–until there’s nothing left? This is my letter to the woman I neglected, dismissed, and silenced. This is a letter to me. Maybe it’s a letter to you, too.

In this lighthearted and nostalgic post, Kathy takes readers on a walk down memory lane to her grandma’s house in the city – a place filled not with cookies or pies, but with laughter, love, and the unmistakable pfft-pfft soundtrack of Grandma’s every step. Through humorous recollections of tea times, Sunday dinners, and giggle-filled moments involving floral dresses and unexpected sound effects, Kathy reminds us that even in the midst of life’s pain and trauma, joy still lin

This blog post is a deeply personal reflection on the profound impact Kathy’s adopted father had on her life. Through memories of a rare, peaceful road trip they took together, she explores how he was her safe haven in a childhood filled with silence and fear. This story is a tribute to the love of a father, the power of fleeting moments, and the strength it takes to carry both joy and loss.

My mom was an incredible cook and baker. Her food wasn’t just nourishment – it was comfort. Not just for our family, but for friends, neighbors, and anyone lucky enough to taste something from her kitchen. People would request her baked goods for events, special occasions, or simply because they craved the warmth her food brought. What I didn’t realize when I was younger was that her cooking was more than a skill – it was her therapy.

" I had spent so long pleasing others that I forgot how to even hear my own voice. But one day, I stopped waiting to be rescued–and chose to rescue myself. That choice didn't come easy, but it changed everything."

Life has a way of throwing us into unexpected plot twists – the kind that leave us disoriented and questioning everything we thought we knew. My divorce was one of those twists. It wasn’t just the end of a marriage – it was the unraveling of the person I thought I was. But as painful as it was, my divorce became the catalyst for the most important journey I’ve ever taken – the journey back to me.