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.
It’s Thanksgiving weekend. There’s so much to be grateful for, especially in a month that has World Mental Health Day and Pregnancy and Infant Loss Awareness; two struggles I know intimately. Anxiety makes you question everything. This quote is a salve for the hard days If you’ve read my recent blogs, you’ll know that my… Continue reading My Gratitude for My Anxiety