Surviving Toddlers

Having toddlers is like having tiny little thieves sneaking around your house snatching away your most valuable treasures almost as quickly as that empty box of goldfish that you bought just this morning. Most of the time it’s incredibly obvious that your toddler is getting into something and yet, they somehow manage to steal your... Continue Reading →

The Prison That Crumbled

Maybe you have noticed, or maybe you haven’t, but the direction of my story has  changed so much in the last year. I had been living in a place of victimhood; I felt like I was a victim in my own story, and because I believed that narrative about myself, it really was true. After... Continue Reading →

Trauma Series 6: Loss of Self

Most likely you know what you like and maybe you have always known.  Like, who your favorite band is, what kind of clothes you like to wear, what sort of movies and shows you are interested in, etc.  Most of us have spent our whole lives developing our likes and dislikes, learning from experience and... Continue Reading →

Being Real: A throwback post from 2010

I wrote this in 2010...and I am reposting. 🙂 I’m not entirely sure why my fingers are slipping across the keyboard, spilling out some of my deepest thoughts, but I hope that maybe—somewhere out there—there’s someone who can benefit from what I feel is pressing against my heart. I can sense God’s presence in 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 →

Trauma Series 1: Loss of Safety and Trust

Loss of Safety and Trust Everything has an origin story and more often than not, we don’t recognize the beginning of the fall until we are lying at the bottom, lost under the debris and grit of trauma.  Those seemingly inconsequential moments that somehow compile into one  unforeseeable moment; the one where you are sitting... Continue Reading →

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