Do I Amuse You?

Do I Amuse You?

If you’ve been slightly amused by the posts I’ve been putting out about the Inner-Sisters, but not quite sure what I’m getting at - I get it. Sometimes I’m not entirely sure what I’m trying to say, much less how to say it.

With that in mind, I wanted to share why I decided to put this out into the world. I know the ideas aren’t revolutionary and the art isn’t about to spark a cultural movement - but together they weave stories so many women have lived, in ways that feel deeply relatable. And I believe that when we share our stories, we create connection. That connection can grow into community - and that’s why The Inner-Sisters Secret Society, and all the writers, musicians, and artists who help us connect more deeply, truly matter.

Carl Jung once said, “Loneliness does not come from having no people around you, but from being unable to communicate the things that seem important to you. Loneliness is rarely about empty rooms.”

Let’s start there - because he was onto something big.

Loneliness is rarely about being physically alone. It’s about carrying pieces of yourself you don’t know how to say out loud. The thoughts you swallow. The emotions you manage privately. The parts of yourself you’ve been taught to hide, minimize, or “get over.”

Most of us walk through life looking perfectly put-together while managing a whole inner cast of characters - inner cheerleaders, inner critics, and the edited versions of ourselves that appear depending on the room we’re in. The “holiday-family-dinner” version of us is not the same one who shows up at work, or on a date, or with a trusted friend.

But it was the rest of Jung’s idea that hit home for me: “Loneliness is about carrying words you cannot say and truths you do not feel safe to share. Healing is learning to speak what matters most so you are no longer alone with it. This is the work of letting yourself be seen and known for who you really are.”

Which brings me to The Inner-Sisters Secret Society.


Meet Leona. She carries the stories we most need to hear, the ones that reveal who we are and why we move through the world the way we do.

Each Inner-Sister represents a facet of you: A coping mechanism like people-pleasing that once kept you safe. Societal norms that shaped how you now show up in relationships. A voice inside your head that knows what to say but never does or a younger version of you who earned love by being the perfect child.

The Secret Society part is about how we quietly carry these parts in the world. Most of us weren’t encouraged to talk about our fears or anger. It was okay to disappear inside ourselves if it made things easier for everyone else. And we were “fine,” no matter what we were handed.

The Inner-Sisters Secret Society is about recognizing the shame and fears that we have, pulling them into the light where someone can say, “Me too.” Every one of us had to adapt to the environment we grew up in to be accepted by the community we depended on – everyone carries something. It’s also about learning when and why these parts came into existence - and giving yourself grace when you finally understand their story.

If you’ve ever wondered: Why do I shut down here but overreact there? Why does something small make me feel surprisingly angry? Why do I say yes when I know my plate is full? The Inner-Sisters help put a story - and a little humanity - to those moments.

My favorite moments are when someone suddenly says the thing - the thing they’d never say at a dinner party filled with polite small talk. When someone dares to go beneath the surface - that’s where connection happens. That’s where community begins.

This isn’t about being broken. This is about being deeply, recognizably human.

Because being fully seen - messy parts and all - is often the moment we realize we are never actually alone. Being known dissolves loneliness in a way a crowded room never can.

And that is why I share the Inner-Sisters Secret Society. My hope is that it creates a community where people show up as they are, feel a little more understood and a little less alone.

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