Healing is such a personal process. There is no “right” way to heal. More than likely you’ll have to try on a few different healing styles to see what fits best.

One of the things that made me nervous about getting into the self-care/wellness space was that I found a lot of the market was dominated by things I couldn’t afford and a perfectly curated everything that made me feel inferior. Don’t get me wrong, when I have a little more money I’m down to splurge on some high-end products, and I have a love for some stunning content curation. I just know that my mental illness hasn’t been glamorous and the wellness space seemed too perfect for me to find a home.

What is my favorite part of running this business? It’s watching how many people have taken action and sent their love and hope and good spirits to people all over the country. People have written heartfelt messages for cards and named boxes specifically for their person. It warms my heart and reminds me of the beauty that exists in this world. Inspired by the endless kindness that has come into my inbox via box orders, I wanted to pass along a few words of my own:

One of the things I was most fearful of when stepping into my own business was my mental illness. I thought about the days when my anxiety would make it nearly impossible to focus or the days when my depression would leave me bed-ridden.

When I entered my first treatment facility at the age of fifteen many aspects of my life changed very quickly, and I’m not just talking about the fact that I wasn’t allowed to brush my teeth without the approval of a mental health aid or nurse.

I woke up today after getting my first good night's sleep in days and went for a run. Sleep and running, two things I enjoy but never seem to do enough. I ran to my favorite little pond in Malden. I sat down on a rock and did a little reflecting.