The paradoxes of flourishing
I once dated a man with borderline personality disorder. At one point, he told me that it broke his heart to see what I was not, what I hadn’t become, how small my life was, how I had squandered my brains and looks. This unsolicited mourning of a fantastical me (a...
I Do… A Wedding Story: How I started my wedding day alone - and gained a new family.
Say “I do…” Three little letters, two little words. It’s the simplest part of the day. But there’s nothing simple about the things that will remain unsaid. I do means I do know I could be hurt. But I’m ready to be healed with you. It means I do want to try. Even...
The Hidden Legacy of Relational Trauma: Breaking Free from Codependency and Complex PTSD
I have often been asked why I am an outspoken writer, willing to tackle thorny and difficult issues well beyond my usual scope of mystical interest. In an era of stifling correctness that governs much of the media, it would be career-savvy to “stay in my lane.” So why...
Finding Freedom in My Individuality and Overcoming the Fear of Not Being Liked
I still remember the name of their exclusive club: CHABELCK. In seventh grade, the children at my middle school traded their Nintendos and Polly Pocket dolls for iPhones and Barbie dolls–in the form of minions for their social cliques. Soon after the school year...