Reflections from your older sister is not something I set out to build. I didn’t have an older sister near, so I paid attention instead.

This is where I’ll put the things I notice—the thoughts that tend to show up in quiet moments, usually when life feels heavier than it needs to be. Or- it might be when something finally starts to make sense after not making sense for a long time.

I write about the patterns I’ve picked up on, repeated, and probably repeated another three times. The ordinary kinds of things you shouldn’t have to go through in your first 30 years, but did anyway.

Sometimes it’s mundane things that trigger memories of feeling responsible for other people’s emotions. Some pieces might read like letters to the sibling that I never had. Others are just moments- snapshots of something I saw and stayed with long enough to understand differently.

Some of it may feel like reassurance. Some of it might feel like truth you’ve been refusing to accept. Think of it as the kind of commentary and wisdom you’d hear from an older sister who’s tired of watching people struggle alone—but not tired enough to stop noticing.

I’m not here to tell you what to do with your life. I’m not your therapist. I’m just here to say: I’ve seen this before, and you don’t have to experience it alone.

Because let’s be real. In the words of the great Nietzsche (and ofc Kelly Clarkson), what doesn’t kill you makes you stronger. gives you an autoimmune disease.