"I cannot like, comment, or even share your work publicly because of my workplace culture. But please know that I save every post, email it to myself, and save it in a folder titled: 'Truth I’m not ready to say out loud.' You’ve built a quiet lifeline for women like me. And I want you to know, even if you cannot see my name, I am here, reading, nodding, healing. Thank you."

"My 16-year-old daughter and I read your article together. At first, I thought it might go over her head. But halfway through, she turned to me and said, ‘Why does this sound like you?’ We ended up talking about things I’ve never told her before, about exhaustion, about invisible labor, about how hard I try to show up even when I am falling apart inside. Your writing and honest tips connected us, and it healed a quiet wound between us."

"I forwarded your article to my therapist, and she asked, ‘How do you feel reading this?’ I said, ‘Like someone watched my life in silence and then wrote it down with compassion.’ You’ve never met me, but I feel like you’ve met the parts of me I don’t even talk to myself about. I’ve been in therapy for two years, and still, your writing reached a corner I didn’t know was waiting to be touched. That’s more than talent, it’s healing."

"Your article came into my life like a friend I didn’t know I needed. I was on a train, coming home from a day that drained me completely. I opened LinkedIn just to scroll, and there it was, your words. It felt like a letter from someone who understood burnout, womanhood, and invisibility, all at once. I exhaled for the first time in days. Please keep writing. Some of us are clinging to your sentences in our hardest moments."

"I showed your article to my sister during lunch, and we both just sat there in silence. We have never really talked about how hard the last few years have been. She looked at me and said, ‘Did you write this?’ That’s how deeply it resonated. You helped two grown women start a conversation they didn’t know how to have. Thank you for unlocking something we didn’t know we needed."

"I read every single word, and it felt like you were writing about me. I’ve never said this to anyone, but I’ve been in survival mode for months. Between work, parenting, and pretending I am fine, I had forgotten what it feels like to be understood. Your words didn’t just speak to me, they slowed me down. I sat in my car after reading and cried, in the best way. Thank you for making space for people like me."