White Room

If these walls could talk what would they say?

Confidence Comes in Strides of Progress, Too.

I’ve never been a very confident person. Not as a child or a teenager. And now as a […]

Learning To Tell My Own Story

I couldn’t believe how healing the entire process was: the writing itself, the discussions prior to publishing, and then the conversations it allowed me to have after it was published. It felt like scrubbing myself clean after years of feeling a mix of blame and shame and disgust and numbness.

Hi, My Name Is

“I wouldn’t define myself as an alcoholic, despite the doctors scare tactics. But I believe that because my problem doesn’t fit into the definition of alcoholic, it’s almost as though I’ve given myself permission to stay immersed in this problem I have.”

Therapy Shouldn’t Be A Threat, And It Isn’t A Quick Fix Either

“I guess I come back to you in my mind when I do feel “crazy.” Crazy for being nostalgic over a bad friend, for me being a bad friend, and for our messed up friendship.”