My story is one of pain, trauma, abuse and neglect. It is also one of hope and wonder, longing and joy. But most importantly, it is a story of resilience and a refusal to be drawn down by the generational curses I inherited. It was you that gave me the…

Denial is one of the primary tools of addiction. Sometimes disguised as hope, often stealthy in its infiltration of one’s mind, always deceptive in its story. “It’s not that bad, real drunks don’t have a job and are never sober” “It could be worse, at least he’s not hitting you.” …

I’m sitting in a meeting this morning, feeling good about my potential for productivity today. This is a big deal right now because I’ve been paralyzed for a week. Restless, depressed, anxious, exhausted, weepy…you name it. I’m listening to the speaker and notice my hands feel dry. A typical result…

Pick up your feet The opposite of love is not hate; it is grief. Because grief is simply love with no where to go. A lifetime of love that would have been poured out onto the one you lost, but now is seemingly trapped inside. It’s trapped because it feels dishonorable, at first, to pour your love for the one…

I saw you standing in front of a house with beautiful windows and doors. Sunlight streaming through the curtains warming the hardwood floors. It was safe and warm, or so that it seemed. I began to look closer, inspecting the seams. Many people were there, moving in and about. Happily…

I’ve often been encouraged by therapist’s to write stream-of-consciousness when I’m feeling something or some way that I can’t shake. Naming the emotions, musings, or drawings that come out of me. Here are my musings for the day, stream-of-consciousness, no editing, no filter. Enjoy. I don’t want to be or…

Do you still love me? After all of the shame and pain I’ve painted on the walls, does it scare you to see me walking the tightrope of life? Are you afraid that I will fall? Can you still love me? Can you show up when it’s hard? When my…

It’s January 1, 2022. A new beginning. A fresh start. A blank slate, so to speak….right? That’s what a new year symbolizes. Well, the Universe will reveal what she has in store for us soon enough. I am happy to announce that I rang in 2022 surrounded by people whom…

I woke the kids at 6:45 am. It was a Wednesday and they would be going to school. I would go to work, and we would all attempt to have a normal, undisrupted day. I first took them to my ex-husband’s house where I knew they could find clean clothes…