The Revolution Isn’t Televised.

She’s Lacing Her Combat Boots in Your Inbox.

Ten days. Five acts. One soul-deep rebellion.

No more gold stars for burnout.
No more curated competence.
No more whispering wisdom to make others comfortable.
Just the best kind of fire — and the right kind of riot.

You in?

    A free 10-day story series.

    Five minutes a day.

    For high-functioning women done with pretending — and ready to remember who they were before the performance was praised and the grief was gaslit.

    • Like a permission slip and a middle finger — in the best way.

      ~ Cass, Melbourne

    • LOVE your writing style. I could read it forever.

      ~ Sam, New York

    • This lit something I thought I’d lost.

      ~ Jo, Edinburgh

    You’re not here for a productivity upgrade.

    You’re here because success stopped feeling like safety, and something inside you is ready to riot.

    Each email is a poetic gut punch. A laugh-cry story. A truth you’ve muttered under your breath but never said out loud.

    You’ll walk away with:

    • Language for what your body already knows

    • Stories that name your ache, without pathologizing your power

    • Tiny rebellions you can start from your kitchen table

    • A new rhythm: less performing, more pulse

    WHAT YOU’LL LEAVE BEHIND

    → Crying in a bathroom stall after nailing the pitch


    → Shrinking your “no” into a polite maybe


    → Feeling broken in a blueprint you never chose


    → Holding your rage in your chest like a dirty secret

    WHAT YOU’LL MAKE ROOM FOR

    → Letting grief be sacred, not shameful


    → Saying “I’m done” without a 17-slide deck


    → Rebuilding rhythm around your knowing, not their noise


    → Feeling seen without performing first

    Start the Rebellion

    Free. Fierce. Five minutes a day. No perfection required.

      This isn’t content. It’s a reclamation ritual in your inbox.

      You won’t find 5-step frameworks here.

      You’ll find:

      → Language that breaks the trance


      → Stories that mirror your rage, grief, and joy


      → Emotional blueprints that remind you how to come home to yourself

      It’s not productivity. It’s poetry that rewires.

      And it all starts with one small “no,” one bold click, and one match lit in your name.

      Dress code: Big feelings. Bare honesty.


      Supplies needed: Five minutes a day — and the version of you who’s tired of getting applause for disappearing.

      Your Inbox Doesn’t Need Another Pep Talk.

      It Needs a Reckoning.