Inner Post

Sisterhood isn’t just a word you hear at brunch or see on a tote bag. It’s real. It’s messy. It’s not always easy to name.

I used to think I could handle everything alone. Turns out, I was exhausted, not strong. Lots of women feel that way right now. Isolated. Overwhelmed.

I used to think friendship was just showing up. Then my sister got sick. Not blood-related.

I know that feeling. The one where you want to say something real to your sister.

I’ve planned sisterhood events that flopped. And I’ve planned ones where people cried (happy tears). You want real connection.

I know what it feels like to sit in a room full of people and still feel completely alone. Especially when you’re a girl trying to figure things out.

You know that moment when you’re scrolling through photos of friends laughing at a party you weren’t invited to? And your stomach drops.

Sisters fight. They laugh until they snort. They know things about you no one else does. I’ve been there. You have too.

You know that moment when you’re scrolling through photos of old friends and realize you haven’t talked to any of them in months.

I’ve watched SAP EWM users waste hours chasing errors that trace back to one thing: Ewmsister.