Tess Prescott

Tess Prescott

Tess Prescott holds a Ph.D. in Social Psychology and has spent her career studying the patterns that actually run our lives, how we connect, how we communicate (or spectacularly fail to) and how we hold it together when everything changes. She’s the person you want breaking down why your last relationship went sideways or why “just wake up earlier” is terrible advice. Tess writes about confidence, routines, and fulfillment with research behind it and zero lecture energy, because self-help doesn’t have to sound like a TED talk you didn’t ask for. Away from her desk, she likes quiet mornings, long unhurried walks and good food shared with good company.

After a rude comment, harsh tone, or unexpected act of hostility, you may start wondering why people are so mean. When it happens repeatedly, it

Most of us know, somewhere deep down, that certain things are simply non-negotiables in a relationship. As someone who studies how we connect and cope,

How long does it take to get over a breakup is one of the most common questions people ask when a relationship ends, and it

Forgiving someone who hurt you isn’t about pretending the pain didn’t happen or letting them off the hook, but about freeing yourself from the weight

Trust doesn’t usually break all at once. It’s often small moments, an unanswered message, a half-truth, a broken promise, that quietly build up until things

Do you know regular exercise can improve health, boost mood, and lower the risk of many chronic conditions? But the harder part is staying consistent

Finding the right words when someone you care about is grieving can feel impossible. I’ve spent years helping people work through grief and loss, and

Some days, gratitude comes easily. Other days, you sit down to write a list, and your mind goes blank. In my work as a psychologist,

You’ve probably set the same goal more than once and watched it fade after a few weeks. That happens to most people, and it usually

Toxic relationships rarely look toxic from the inside, as they build slowly, through small moments that leave you uneasy without quite knowing why. I’ve spent