There’s something about bare feet on the earth that reminds me who I am. Not the woman rushing through emails, meetings, and responsibilities. Not the mom, therapist, business owner, the planner, the fixer of problems. Just me. A little wild. A little messy. Hair probably unwashed, feet definitely dirty, heart wide open. Some people call it grounding. I call it coming home. When my bare feet press into the dirt, the grass, the sand, something inside me exhales. The noise quie

Have you ever left therapy feeling worse than when you started?   Have you ever closed your computer screen and thought… what the hell am I paying this therapist for?   Maybe you came in feeling okay. Maybe even good. And somehow, in less than an hour, you left feeling raw, emotional, and wondering why you opened that door in the first place.   Now you have feelings you didn’t expect. Maybe a little homework. Maybe a lot to think about.   And part of you wonders: Why am I eve

I moved a week ago. It feels strange to even write that not because moving is unusual, but because I haven’t moved in 14 years, and because this is only the second time in my entire adult life that a move wasn’t tied to a partner, a roommate, or some survival-based transition. Two years after the divorce, we leave the home that sheltered our memories and stitched us back together. What once held our healing now releases us to the softness and joy of a new place. But this move

I wasn’t a difficult pregnancy.But I was born into a life that didn't want me... My parents were just 18 when I arrived—teenagers trying to raise a baby while navigating chaos, domestic violence, and a constant lack of stability. Somewhere in that storm, the story formed that I made everything worse. I was told I was a “bad baby.”Too loud. Too needy. Too much.So much so that when my mom got pregnant with her third child—my brother—people cried. They offered condolences, hel