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TW/Content Note: This series discusses experiences with self-injury, shame and healing. Please take care while reading and step away if you need to. If these topics are difficult for you, consider reading when you feel supported.   Shame has always felt like it had power over me. It kept me small. Kept me quiet. I would want to speak, to share, to be fully seen… but sometimes I physically couldn’t. It would show up as a ball in my throat, my brain full of words my mouth refus

TW/Content Note: This series discusses experiences with self-injury, shame, and healing. Please take care while reading and step away if you need to. If these topics are difficult for you, consider reading when you feel supported.   After breaking my silence, I realized something important: freedom isn’t a single moment. It isn’t something you suddenly wake up with. It lives in the small, quiet choices we make every day. The ways we show up for ourselves, the rituals we creat

TW/Content Note: This series discusses experiences with self-injury, shame, and healing. Please take care while reading and step away if you need to. If these topics are difficult for you, consider reading when you feel supported.   Have you ever stood so strongly for something, believed in it with everything you are and then realized you allow yourself to be the exception to the rule?   You offer others love, respect, kindness and grace - but somehow you don’t extend the sam

A five-part series about shame, healing, and learning to be seen.   TW/Content Note: This series discusses experiences with self-injury, shame, and healing. Please take care while reading and step away if you need to. If these topics are difficult for you, consider reading when you feel supported.   What is self-injury?   Self-injury (sometimes called self-harm) refers to intentionally hurting one’s own body as a way to cope with overwhelming emotional pain, distress, or diff

Do you ever find yourself stuck in that space between speaking and fear… between finding your voice and staying small? Do you feel it in your jaw, your shoulders, your neck? Does your throat tighten, like there’s something lodged there that won’t quite come up or go down? Does your mind race and go completely blank all at once? Does it feel like your whole body is vibrating on the inside? This is where I sometimes find myself. And I wonder if you do too. In therapy, my therap

New Year’s Day always finds me slowly. Pajamas still on. A warm cup of coffee in my hands. The world quieter than usual, as if it’s giving us permission not to rush into anything just yet. I like this space - the pause between what was and what’s still becoming. Emotionally, I arrive here open. Curious. Still reflective. I don’t feel the need to declare who I’m going to be this year. I don’t feel the urge to reinvent myself overnight. I’m more interested in how it feels to be

As this year comes to a close, I’m not rushing to wrap it up with a bow. I’m sitting with it. Holding it the way you hold something fragile - not because it was beautiful, but because it was heavy. This year asked more of me than I knew how to give. We moved through ongoing health challenges that are still unfolding. We grieved the loss of two family members. There were moments when my body carried more than my heart could name, moments when getting back up felt like its own

Writing has always been the place where I could tell the truth without actually having to speak it. It was the one outlet I had when I was young - a quiet corner where I could pour out everything I couldn’t say out loud. The notebooks stayed closed, hidden, untouched by anyone but me. My words were my secret, and in some strange way… my safety. Starting this blog went against every instinct I built growing up. Sharing my writing felt like walking out into the open without arm

As Christmas gets closer, I keep finding myself sitting in this strange mix of joy and ache. I’ve always loved this season - the lights, the coziness, the feeling in the air that everything is a little softer, a little more hopeful. But this year, the holidays are brushing up against a truth I can’t avoid: this Christmas will be different. Not temporarily different… but permanently different. This is my first Christmas living with even more restrictions that have reshaped eve

I used to laugh every time one of my doctors told me I needed to manage my stress better. My hematologist said it. My gastroenterologist said it. My cardiologist said it. And I laughed. Every single time. Because what do you do when your life is stressful? When you’re a business owner, when your father is fighting cancer, when you’ve faced losses, when you have had scares with your fur child, when your own diagnoses have rewritten your life in ways you never expected - how do

Last week I learnt more about mindfulness in therapy. Not the pretty kind - not the perfectly peaceful, slow-breathing, calm-mind version. The real kind. The messy, awkward, “how do I even stop thinking long enough to do this?” kind. My therapist and I talked about how mindfulness can slow time down. That sentence stopped me in my tracks - slow down time . The idea that my anxious, fast-moving, overthinking brain could find stillness, even for a moment, felt impossible and m

When I first started this low histamine journey, I told myself I’d give it a fair trial. I didn’t know what to expect - only that I was tired of feeling sick, tired of being dismissed, tired of fighting my own body and not being heard. It’s now been almost 5 months. And as hard as it’s been, I can honestly say it’s been life-changing. The difference is night and day. I sleep better. I have more energy. My pain has eased. The constant, intense bloating that used to control so

Lately, I’ve been thinking about what it really means to turn inward - how it can feel both like a retreat and a reckoning. It’s something I do without even realizing sometimes, especially when life feels too heavy to hold out loud. I withdraw, go quiet, and let myself disappear a little. On the outside, most people wouldn’t notice much change - I’ve learned how to mask it well. But inside, I can feel it. My mind becomes loud, fast, chaotic - a tornado of thoughts I can’t qui

Thanksgiving has always been a time to pause, to look around, and try to find gratitude - even in the middle of the mess. And this year, I’m feeling thankful in new, sometimes unexpected ways. To everyone who’s followed along on this journey, who’s read my words or quietly connected with them - thank you. It means more than I can ever really explain. This space has become something healing for me, and I’m so grateful that you’re here. But I also want to acknowledge that holid

Today is a reminder that you are never alone - not in your struggles, your healing, or the quiet moments in between. There is no shame...

I disappeared for a while. Not because I stopped caring, but because I let my mind get the best of me. I got in my head about how I was...

I’ve started to share parts of my story —about the chronic illnesses I live with, the ups and downs, the hard days and the harder ones....

There is a moment in therapy that can be hard to describe until you have felt it. It’s like someone switches on a light in a dark room...

Life has a way of making us pause and reflect at the most unexpected moments. For me, this reflection has been influenced by both my own...

Starting the new year off right with a successful phlebotomy to lower my iron levels! While the process can leave me feeling exhausted,...