Never Regret the Kindness You Shared
When Helping Becomes Controlling: What I Learned About Fear and Love
“The curious paradox is that when I accept myself just as I am, then I can change.” ~Carl Rogers
There is a part of me that really, really loves vitamins.
Like…a lot.
I have always been endlessly fascinated by health, which means I can spend a wildly unreasonable amount of time talking about inflammation, mitochondria, blood sugar, nervous systems, magnesium, and all the other things that make most people’s eyes glaze over while my little heart lights right up.
So the vitamin-loving part is real.
Very me.
And, as I recently discovered while sitting beside my swollen-faced fiancé in urgent …
Why I Always Thought Other People Were Upset with Me
“Don’t take anything personally. Nothing others do is because of you.” ~Don Miguel Ruiz
I used to walk into a room and check everyone else’s emotional temperature before I noticed my own.
A tightened jaw meant I should get quieter. A distracted answer meant I’d done something wrong. If my partner sighed while unloading the dishwasher, I’d go back through the last hour looking for the mistake that caused it.
I called this empathy. It felt like attentiveness, and honestly, I was proud of it, because I noticed things other people missed.
What I didn’t see was that I wasn’t …
The Tattoo That Marks 13 Years of Healing After Abuse
“When people show you who they are, believe them the first time.” ~Maya Angelou
In June 2011, I got a Facebook friend request from a guy I vaguely knew from college. We’d never dated, never even been close, but I knew him by reputation. Charming. Vain. The kind of guy who always had someone.
He’d just been hired to teach at my school, where I was about to start my fifth year as a counselor. He framed the request as wanting to connect as colleagues, so I accepted.
When school started that August, he made it a point to show …
The Truth About My Marriage I Finally Had to Face
“You don’t have to set yourself on fire to keep other people warm.” ~Unknown
Tomorrow, a court will grant me a divorce after eleven years of marriage. I’ve spent the last several months rereading a decade of my own life like evidence in a case, trying to understand how I got here. What I found surprised me: not one dramatic betrayal, but hundreds of small moments where I chose to make myself smaller so the relationship could stay intact.
I met my husband when we were teenagers, through a mutual friend, and fell for him the way you fall for …
