The Secret Artist

The winds are changing as fall approaches and my heart is singing with the song I grew up believing.  When I was little, I used to wander outside for hours during the craziest rainstorms. Yes, my mother let me. Yes, I’m fine. Angsty and moody, I have always had the soul of an artist. My... Continue Reading →

Trauma Series 3: Depression and Anxiety

Depression.  Anxiety.  Two words that sometimes leave us cringing, feeling like no one will understand or we will be judged and possibly not taken seriously.  As an adult, I have struggled with depression far less than I did as a teenager and college student, but sometimes it still strikes unsuspectingly.  However, the difference between my... Continue Reading →

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