This space was created for the stories that don’t fit anywhere else.
The ones shared too soon and misunderstood. The ones held too long and grown heavy. The ones that are still unraveling.
So many people are told they must heal, explain, or overcome before they’re allowed to speak.
This space exists to say: You don’t
Kind was formed very intentionally in the depths of 2020 when we were all searching for something to hold onto. It was born out of our founder’s, Alyssa’s, need to take charge of her own life and create a legacy for others. Kind was built out of deep internal change, a space that would hold voices from all backgrounds, to find their own unique path to wellness and ultimately their authentic selves. Her journey called her to pass the torch of listening and honoring the stories of others to me, Sierra.
I started out as a writer on Kind, unwinding my own emotions of grief through storytelling. I’ve spent the last several years honing my practice of writing and absorbing the powerful stories of transformation of others. Stories that share glimpses into peoples lives. We may never hear the entire story or know how it ends, but we get to witness a part. I think that’s pretty beautiful, and brave to share what you are going through. There is such stigma around being or sharing “too much” but really, it can be the door to a needed salvation.
I am not here as a teacher or a guide with answers. I am here as someone who understands what it means to live inside a story before it makes sense and to honor that place without rushing it.
The work here is shaped by lived experience, deep listening and a belief that stories deserve time.
I am not here to fix, interpret, correct or provide advice for your story.
My roles is to do the following:
Hold space with care
Curate stories with reverence
Reflect patterns gently, when appropriate
Protect the integrity of what’s shared
This space is built on consent, dignity and trust.
If you feel drawn here, you’re welcome to stay for as long as you desire.
There’s no rush. No expectation. No version of yourself that you need to become first.
This space will always be here.