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When You’re Growing as a Person

There’s No Such Thing as a Bad Kid

As Children, We Didn’t Understand

Your Anxiety Is Lying to You

Your Time to Pop Is Coming

A Little Hope and Encouragement for Hard Times

“If your path demands you to walk through hell, walk as though you own the place.” ~Unknown

Trigger warning: This content contains references to self-harm and suicide.

It was in the spring semester during graduate school. I was living alone in a one-bedroom apartment and working nearly full-time hours at night.

The anti-depressants weren’t working so well. I was keeping up with my therapist, but I suppose it was too much.

I felt too much. It hurt so much and couldn’t handle it. You could list out the symptoms of depression, and I had them all.

Unable to deal with …

The Key to Growth

Mututal Understanding

Peace, Love, and Pure Awesomeness

Finding Magic in the Dreams That Didn’t Come True

“Most of us have two lives. The life we live, and the unlived life within us.” ~Steven Pressfield

I was born a decade too late in 1975 in a small Pennsylvania town. By the time I was old enough to buy a record, the legendary rock and roll culture of the 1960s and 70s was a distant memory. To some, it might have even seemed uncool by then. But to me, a teen in the late 80s, the era of sex, drugs, and rock and roll was everything.

I spent hours writing song lyrics in my flowered journal, watching MTV, …

The Next Time You Feel Your Worth Is Nothing

Not Fitting In

Self-Care Is…

If You See Someone Falling Behind

Emotional Avoidance

All Emotions Come and Go

I Want to Be Loved as a Choice

The Surprising Way a Breakup Can Help Heal Your Heart

“Your vision will become clear only when you look into your heart … Who looks outside dreams; who looks inside awakens.” ~Carl Jung

There is nothing quite like an unwanted breakup to rip your heart open and bring you face to face with your deepest shadows.

At least, that’s how it was for me.

Nearly six years ago, on a typically warm and sunny Saturday October afternoon in Los Angeles, I was lying on the floor of my apartment, wallowing to my then-boyfriend on the phone about how everything in my life seemed to just be hitting walls: My career …

Because You Were Kind

People Who Tell Their Stories