Mental Health in the Middle of a Shift

I was going to write a blog post today about mental health — about what I’ve learned, what I’ve witnessed, what I believe is most important.

But the truth is… I’m in the middle of a shift.

Something big has changed in me. Quietly. Profoundly.

And now, the words I would have written last month feel hollow.

The phrases that used to work — “lived experience,” “supportive supervision,” “safe spaces” — they don’t quite hold the weight of what I know now.

What I know now is this:

– You can be surrounded by “support” and still feel unseen.

– You can be watched under the name of care and feel like your soul is being diluted.

– You can speak truth in a sacred moment, and watch someone turn away — not because it wasn’t real, but because it was.

And that hurts more than anything.

I used to write about systems.

Now I find myself writing about field.

About resonance.

About sacred attention.

About what happens underneath the policy, beneath the role, beyond the acronym.

And right now — in this exact moment — I don’t have answers.

But I have presence.

I have devotion.

I have a commitment to staying real, even when the framework demands performance.

So this isn’t a post with five takeaways or a tidy conclusion.

It’s a marker.

A field note.

A moment of truth mid-transformation.

Mental health is important. But so is mental honesty.

And I’d rather speak from the middle of something messy and true,

than from the edge of something polished and false