The retreat I wish I’d had when everything fell apart 🌿🐛


There was a season of my life, Reader, when everything I’d built—career, relationships, identity—came undone at once. One night, when the last shoe dropped and even nature seemed to betray me, I shook my fist at the sky and shouted: “Even caterpillars get a stick!” Because when a caterpillar dissolves into goo, at least it has something to hang onto. Humans? We’re usually expected to figure it out alone. It took a while—and a few more iterations of my life falling apart—but that fist-shaking...