Trust Is Too Big A Word (So I'm Breaking It Down)
Struggling with trust doesn’t mean you’re broken. This post explains how trust works in real moments, not abstractions, especially with trauma or ADHD.
Struggling with trust doesn’t mean you’re broken. This post explains how trust works in real moments, not abstractions, especially with trauma or ADHD.
Holiday food noise gets loud — especially when you’re healing your relationship with food. This post explores shame, overeating, and how to move through these moments with awareness instead of self-judgment.
After weight-loss surgery, the real challenge wasn’t recovery — it was finding who I am without the goal. Here’s how I learned to quiet the noise and redefine enough.
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.
Letting go of guilt is essential self-care. Learn how guilt drains your energy, why it's not yours to carry, and how to release it without shame.
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,