She hated the dishes.

Not because she was lazy. Not because she didn't care. But because every pile of dirty dishes felt like proof. Proof that she was failing. Proof that she was broken. Proof that she wasn't enough.

But the dishes were never really the problem.

She Hated the Dishes is one woman's unfiltered journey through childhood trauma, marriage, motherhood, loss, and the stories she learned to believe about herself along the way. Stories about what it meant to be a good mother, a good wife, a productive person, and someone worthy of love.

Told through the surprisingly revealing lens of kitchen sinks and the shame that piles up alongside them, this memoir is honest, vulnerable, and sometimes funny. It's the kind of book that makes you feel less alone at 2 a.m. when you're standing in your kitchen wondering why something so small feels so impossible.

But this isn't just her story.

Woven throughout the book are real, practical tools for recognizing the stories you've attached to the things you struggle with, questioning what those things have come to mean about you, and deciding whether you want to keep believing them.

If you've ever avoided something because it felt too overwhelming, tied your worth to your productivity, looked at everyone else and wondered why life seems so much harder for you, or turned an ordinary struggle into evidence that something must be wrong with you, this book was written for you.

Sometimes you can't change the dishes.

But you can change what the dishes mean.

Because it was never just about the dishes.