As you can see in this picture I have double jointed. Do what you will with this information!!
Custom dress from @chambonstudio 💗 my (ONLY) favorite pink dress
Life update! #SoftJanuary 2026 ⭐️
Since January I’ve been running a small sober support group called Soft January. It turned into Soft February. And now… we’re probably going into Soft March.
I didn’t expect this to become something real. But it did.
It’s basically a small group where we check in every day. Even emojis count. We talk about what we’re feeling. We don’t judge each other. We try not to disappear when things get hard.
It’s not about being perfect. I relapsed twice. I noticed it. I didn’t spiral. I didn’t dive back into old patterns. I stayed. Other people have hard days. They stay too.
I started this because I was going through a lot of grief. Losing people. Ending relationships. Letting go of parts of my life that don’t fit anymore. And I realized that if I numbed it, I would just delay it. Or make it worse.
So instead, I’m trying to actually feel it. And not do it alone.
Community makes it survivable.
If you’re in Berlin and you want to be part of Soft March, to be in a group where you can stay sober, be honest, and not be judged, message me.
It’s low effort but high commitment. High commitment doesn’t mean being perfect. It means you keep choosing honesty. You keep choosing vulnerability. You keep choosing not to spiral into shame when things get messy.
Because community is accountability without humiliation.
I am going through a breakup and something hit me very hard.
In therapy, when I feel this kind of pain, my therapist always asks me
When was the first time this happened to you?
And I realize how much I struggle when people in my life slowly fade away without saying goodbye. In friendships. In love. In all kinds of relationships.
It hurts in a way that feels older than now.
But this question gives me a strange gift.
It lets me look back into my childhood.
To a place I did not think I could reach again.
And I see my younger self trying to make sense of someone disappearing.
Trying to believe they were just not there.
Not gone.
My child self did not have the language to understand what happened.
But my adult self does.
And maybe this is how healing happens.
When the adult version of you can finally acknowledge what the child version of you could not.
Love, Thams
Recently I started recording myself when my emotions feel too big to hold inside. Saying things out loud helps me digest what my body is carrying. The last time I did this was on Photobooth on my MacBook in 2019. I’m really glad this one made it out of drafts 🤍
Other than doing (nails) art, I am also a somatic recovery mentor.
For the past year, sauna and ice bath have been a powerful practice for calming my nervous system while living with PTSD and moving through deep grief.
This work reminds me how to trust my body again.
How to sit with discomfort.
How to breathe through intensity and come back to safety.
I host my somatic recovery classes at @thedopamine.studio
and I would love to hold this space for you as well 🤍
