Here’s Your Cheesy Thanksgiving Letter.

The holidays have a way of stirring up all sorts of emotions—some we keep locked away during the rest of the year. It can be a wonderful time full of family togetherness. And, let’s be real, it can also be a challenging time… again, full of family togetherness (or the ache of feeling alone). If you’re reading this, there’s a good chance that holiday gatherings bring some mix of these feelings, too.

Let me start by saying I’m not here to give you a cheesy pep talk about putting on your happy pants and counting your blessings. That kind of advice can feel unrealistic, even dismissive, of the deeper things we face this time of year. You have my permission to sit with those complicated emotions—to feel the weight of what you needed and deserved but didn’t get, whether as a child or as an adult.

But here’s what I will say: healing is a kind of redemption. We’re reparenting ourselves, seeking the love we missed in places we might never have expected. We’re breaking cycles, reclaiming our authentic voices, and asserting our agency in life. And it’s happening in the mundane, everyday moments, not just on the big holidays. Whether we work together weekly, or you’re doing this solo, you’re showing up, leaning into the grit it takes to honor and love yourself. That is bravery. That’s something many people avoid, and for the seat I get to have to witness this courage, I am grateful.

Thank you for trusting me with your stories, your tears, your heartbreak, and your courage. You are my inspiration. You are my "why."

Whatever the holiday season looks like for you, know I’m here as an invisible advocate, cheering you on through it all. 

I see you,

Eva