Parenting in a blended family can feel like the emotional Olympics — constant chaos, love, and lessons in patience. Here’s how we’re rebuilding connection, one family meeting (and meltdown) at a time
I ghosted the woman I love — twice. This is the story of how fear, shame, and healing collided, and how we rebuilt trust one honest conversation at a time.
Gaslighting and narcissism often go hand in hand — but they’re not the same sport. This post breaks down the emotional tactics behind each and helps you take inventory of your truth. Includes gentle affiliate links for online therapy and a cozy toolkit to rebuild trust.
Gaslighting, ghosting, and co-parenting cage matches—welcome to the Emotional Olympics. I ghosted my now-wife, wrestled through our momma bear years, and somehow retired from the games with love, laughter, and a gold medal in second chances.
Throw It Out Thursday wasn’t just about my own guilt...I wrote a whole blog post on it. Why letting go of guilt (religious, family, or society’s expectations) is the ultimate self-care. Spoiler: the house gets cleaned, but the guilt has to go.
Self-care isn’t all spa days and candles. Here’s the awkward truth about real self-care, why it feels messy, and how to make it actually work for you.
I spent August 3rd through 11th in Florida visiting my aunt. She has stage 3b lung cancer — not small cell, which apparently makes a difference. But I’ll be honest, the details didn’t matter as much to me as the feeling I couldn’t shake while I was there:
I haven’t talked to a therapist since March. Not because I don’t need one — I absolutely do. But when my insurance changed and my old therapist stopped taking it, I lost the one person I could vent to without guilt. And honestly? Starting over just sounded… exhausting. Because
Grief is weird. There, I said it. It’s awkward, unpredictable, inconvenient, and sometimes it comes with lizards. I spent the last eight days in Florida visiting my Aunt Dee Dee. It was a last-minute decision to go—one of those gut-pulls you can’t ignore because everyone was worried,
A raw, relatable story about burnout, boundaries, and the messy middle of healing — from work and marriage to motherhood and self-trust.
When betrayal rewires your nervous system, trust doesn’t just feel hard — it feels dangerous. But healing is possible. And it starts with you. Let’s not sugarcoat it—when someone you loved, believed in, or depended on hurts you, something shifts. It’s like your body installs a silent
There’s no manual for this kind of news. You hear the word cancer, and suddenly your brain is spinning faster than a toddler after their first sip of soda. Except this isn’t a sugar rush — it’s dread, confusion, and the weird urge to cry and make inappropriate