JOURNALING. Thoughts on expressing one’s feelings.
It was over 30 years ago when I found myself barely clinging to life. After suffering a mental breakdown and attempting suicide, the world I faced was nearly incomprehensible from where I could have envisioned it being. I found myself physically alive, yet I was dead...
The Goodbye I Never Said Out Loud
Trigger Warning: This guest post contains sensitive material that may be distressing for some readers. It includes themes related to childhood trauma, including sexual abuse, as well as emotional pain, memory, and recovery. A poem within the post reflects on these...
The Exorcism I Needed
This past week in therapy was really tough. I took a break over the holidays to let my body rest, but I knew that as soon as 2026 came, it was back to the grind. I had gotten through two appointments each day with my therapists, who are helping me work through my...
Hiding in Plain Sight
When is it a good time to admit to your therapist that you have literally army crawled through your house like Rambo to avoid answering the door? I surely can’t be the only one to pin myself up against the wall and peek through the curtains, waiting for the...