ONE month sober. I genuinely thought I’d never be able to say this. Even during pregnancy I’d have a sip here or a small glass of wine there. I have never gone this long sober since I started drinking at 14. Sad, eh? I’ve had this niggling feeling in the back of my mind for… Continue reading Strolling with Sobriety
20 years ago, at the impressionable age of 15, I put myself in a situation that I still regret to this day. I believe I was raped. Or believed. Or believe. I’m not sure anymore. Over the course of researching and writing my book, memories long forgotten have started to surface, including some about one… Continue reading Blackout.
I normally only write about the hardships in my life after I’ve learned the lesson or once I’ve healed from the experience enough to revisit it through words. I like telling the sad or hard stories but ending on the lesson, a written Modern Family episode, if you will. But today I’m writing from the… Continue reading You Can Go Now, Anxiety!
Have you ever been told something and although you knew it was true you couldn’t act on it or believe it? For instance, maybe your best friend told you that you deserved better than the guy you were with? Or maybe you were in an abusive relationship and everyone you loved was begging you to… Continue reading Words As Arrows: Hitting the Mark
I mentioned in my last blog that I took a day for myself recently. I went for a reiki session, an Access Bars session and craniosacral therapy. I was hesitant to share what happened during these sessions but feel there’s a powerful message in this for everyone. After finishing up Access Bars which consisted of… Continue reading Finding the Message
*names have been changed. There’s a door opening in my world right now and I am petrified. I am scared of failing, of upsetting others, of realizing I’m not cut out for this new world I’m about to enter. I’m a cocktail of nervous excitement, petrified fear, buzzing electricity and wavering doubts. I am… Continue reading Sometimes Later Never Comes
Glennon Doyle’s latest memoir Untamed unraveled me: her thoughts could’ve been my thoughts, her words my words and I found myself highlighting the shit out of the book. As I assume it is with most people, reading is a stationary, introverted experience of watching a movie unfurl in my mind. It’s quiet, unexciting and most… Continue reading Just Start with G