thank you for taking care of me.
radical tenderness
An exploration of what it means to come home to yourself.
Part reflective practice, part creative philosophy. Creating objects and experiences that support a sustainable relationship with yourself in a world that constantly pulls you outward.
Rooted in lived experiences of burnout, identity, softness, and rebuilding. Existing at the intersection of wellness, style, ritual, and emotional care.
The way we care for ourselves is shaped not only through mindset but through the everyday.
The clothes we wear. The environments we create. The rituals we repeat. The language we use. The stories we tell ourselves.
In a culture driven by performance, productivity, and visibility, going inward is a radical act. Not a retreat. A refusal. A quiet reclaiming of your own attention, your own body, your own story.
Screens designed to keep you scrolling. Hustle culture that mistakes exhaustion for ambition. Corporations that profit from your disconnection from yourself. In that world, choosing to tend to your inside, even imperfectly, even halfway, is an act of radical self-love.
Coming home to yourself is not a destination. It is a practice. One you return to again and again, every season, every version, every in-between.
Come home to you.
About
I grew up a perpetual in-betweener. Biracial, a middle child, born on the cusp in July. Always moving between identities, cultures, and ways of being. That early experience of liminal space became the thread running through everything I do: identity as something fluid, layered, and continually negotiated rather than fixed.
My early years were shaped by ambition and a hunger to be useful. I built a career helping others look good on the outside. Styling, communicating, presenting. But my inside was not stable. Behind the work of making others feel seen was someone who had never fully turned that care inward. That disconnect led to burnout. More than once. Over time I began to recognise these patterns not as personal failure, but as signals pointing toward a deeper misalignment.
The tools I used to find my way back were ones I had to build myself. Through self-discovery, research, and a lot of unlearning, I began to understand that wellness was not an aesthetic or an optimisation project. It was a way of returning to myself. A process of rebuilding internal steadiness in a world that constantly pulls us away from it.
My work lives at the intersection of wellness, style, and lived experience. I believe identity is shaped not only through language and thought, but also through clothing, ritual, and everyday care. Through workshops, written frameworks, and creative facilitation, I build spaces that support reflection, emotional clarity, and a sustainable relationship with oneself. Soft but structured. Honest but gentle. Built for the long haul.
Thank You For Taking Care of Me is a message that runs in every direction. It is what I say to my younger self, who kept going without knowing why. It is what I say to my current self, still figuring it out. It is what I say to every future version of me I have not met yet. And it is what I say to every person who walks into a TYFTCOM space, because choosing yourself, even imperfectly, even halfway, is always worth acknowledging.
It is also a message I hope others learn to say to themselves. Not once. For the long haul. For every version of themselves. For everything that life brings. So that no matter what shifts or falls away, there is something unshakeable within. A practice of learning how to live well, and eventually, to leave well too.
That is what TYFTCOM is building. Not just a workshop or a product. A garden. One that keeps growing, long after I am done tending it.
A practice of self-return.
Of radical tenderness.
Of learning how to live well, and leave well.
Return to you.
Take care of you.
Thank you for taking care of me.
For any queries, drop us an email at tyftcom@gmail.com.