Becoming Her

Why Becoming Her is the bat signal for the early-rising, playlist-blasting, heart-led weirdos like me.

Not that I’m not weird now.
I’ve just finally learned to love it.

But for so much of my life, I remember asking myself:

“Where are my people?”
“Why am I the only one happy to be awake at 4 a.m.?”
“Why do I feel like I always have to shrink or shape-shift just to belong?”


I didn’t want to fake it.
I couldn’t mold myself into the kind of person that made sense to everyone else.
I’m the type who loves a solo dance party in the kitchen before sunrise.
I have more than one ghost detector app on my phone.
I’m actually in a good mood in the morning.

I love deeply, feel with intensity. I love emotions!
I watch cult documentaries and ancient aliens and find inspiration in the strangest places.

And for a long time… I felt out of place.
Like maybe I was the only one.



But then it hit me:

Maybe I wasn’t supposed to find the group.
Maybe I was meant to start it.

Maybe I wasn’t the odd one out—I was the one going first.
The trailblazer.
The voice.
The one bold enough to say:

“Hey… anyone else feel like this too?”




Becoming Her is the answer to that question.

It’s not just a blog.
It’s not just a brand.
It’s not even just a book.
It’s a bat signal.

For the ones who feel too different.
Too intense. Too deep. Too soft. Too early. Too extra.
Too them.

It’s a tribe call for the soul-led misfits, the morning dancers, the overthinkers, the resilient hearts, and the ones who never quite fit—because they were never meant to.


If this is you… you’re not alone anymore.

If you’ve ever felt like the only one with a spark no one else understands…
If you’ve ever been told to tone it down, quiet it down, or sit it out…
If you’ve ever wondered if maybe you were too much or not enough…

This is your sign.
This is your space.
This is your tribe.



 Final Thought

Becoming Her is for us.
The ones who go first.
The ones who keep rising early, dancing wildly, dreaming deeply, and showing up anyway—even when no one claps.

You’re not weird. You’re wonderful.
And you’re not alone anymore.

So yeah… it might feel a little cultish.
But if this is a cult, it’s one of joy, growth, truth, and finally feeling seen.

Welcome to Becoming Her.
Welcome home.