Finding My Voice Again

 A new chapter for Blissful Being, with love from Shan

My soul sister Sheena casually suggested I start a blog. Just a soft comment in conversation. But my body felt it like thunder — a full-body FUCK YES. Not the kind of yes you overthink or wait on. The kind you feel in your bones before your brain catches up.

It made perfect sense. I had just finished The Artist’s Way for the second time in a row. Page after page, something in me stirred. Not in a big dramatic explosion — but in the quiet, steady flicker of remembering who I was before the world asked me to be anything else.

Writing had come back to me. Not content writing. Not caption writing. Heart writing. 

 I’ve been a writer for as long as I can remember. Diaries as a kid. Notes to myself. Journals full of scribbles. Some days it looked like poetry, other days it looked like me just trying to stay afloat.

This blog is different.

This isn’t for SEO or selling. This is for something sacred.

This is where I come home to my voice — the one that has lived through depression and still believes in the possibility of joy.

The one that aches quietly for the dreams that didn’t happen — like becoming a mom — and still holds space for the life that continues to unfold in beautiful, unexpected ways.

This is where I write about the grief that still rises like a tide, and the gratitude that sometimes hits me just as hard.

Where I talk about the weight I’ve carried, and the practices that help me lay it down.

Where I reflect on building a soul-led business while being a highly sensitive, wildly human woman trying to navigate the world with a heart that refuses to shut down.

Social media is great, but it’s loud. It’s fast. It’s curated.

And there are things I want to share that don’t belong in a square.

They belong in this kind of space — slow, intentional, unrushed.

So here I am. Opening this blog. Letting you in.

If you’re reading this, you’re probably someone who’s been walking beside me in some way — maybe through Blissful Being, maybe from the sidelines, maybe in the unseen spaces where our stories overlap. I’m grateful you’re here.

You won’t find perfection here. What you will find is truth.

This blog is for the women who feel deeply, love fiercely, and sometimes struggle just to get out of bed.

It’s for those of us who’ve held it together for too long and are learning to soften.

It’s for the ones who crave slowness, ritual, connection — and maybe a little bit of magic too.

You’ll find reflections, rituals, behind-the-scenes shares, thoughts I’m still working out as I write them, and moments from my life that remind me — and maybe remind you — that we’re not alone.

This is a space where I get to say the things I don’t always say out loud.

And maybe, just maybe, it’s a space where you’ll see yourself, too.

You don’t need to subscribe or comment or “engage.”

Just be here, if it feels good.

Pause when you need to.

Take what you need, and leave the rest.

I’m not here to teach or perform — I’m here to tell the truth.

And I’m so damn grateful to have this space to do it.

So, welcome, love. To the blog. To my heart. To this next chapter.

I’ve left a light on for you.

Shannan