What Sleepless Nights Taught Me About Real Rest

I used to think I was just a bad sleeper. Then perimenopause crashed the party, bringing along this invisible emotional baggage I couldn’t quite name. Suddenly, sleep was a wild card. My skin decided to throw a tantrum. Patience? What’s that? Even the tiniest stress felt like setting my whole body ablaze.

But it wasn’t just about the physical chaos. It was the heavy, invisible weight of trying to keep all the plates spinning — in life, in my head, in my heart.

Here’s what I’ve learned (after many a goat-milk-soap-lathered, magnesium-lotion-rubbed evening):
🛑 Real rest doesn’t begin when your eyes close. It starts the moment you stop wrestling with yourself.

What’s actually helped me?
🧼 Washing the day off with my gentle, guilt-free goat milk soap 💜
🌿 Slathering magnesium lotion on my feet and neck like it’s a magic potion
✨ Carving out one tiny moment just for me — no to-do lists allowed

Not because I’ve got it all figured out… but because those little acts of care don’t just soothe my skin, they hush the chatter in my soul.

What’s coming next week?
Next Monday, I’m dropping something built especially for women like us — the tired, the emotionally overflowing, the ones whose skin is screaming secrets our minds haven’t decoded yet.

It’s called the Skin + Soul Bundle. A simple, loving kit designed to nurture your body, heart, and mind — all at once.

Don’t miss out:
Until then, I’ll be sharing the real, the raw, and the ridiculously relatable — stories and support to help you breathe deep and keep going.

👉 Join my email list to be the first in line when the bundle goes live (there might even be a little surprise tucked inside).

Final thought:
You’re not behind. You’re healing. And that? That’s pure, holy magic.