Your Beautiful Little Weirdo Self
Healing Without Reconciling with My Mother and Learning to Love Myself
“Owning our story and loving ourselves through that process is the bravest thing that we’ll ever do.” ~Brené Brown
Several years ago, I wrote a heartfelt letter to my estranged mother, articulating my deep feelings about her perceived lack of empathy and care. My intention in writing the letter wasn’t to ignite conflict; it was to sincerely share my perspective.
Rather than lashing out with blame, I expressed my profound sadness about feeling parentless and the struggle of raising myself without parental love and guidance, something I desperately needed at times.
I bared my soul, detailing the emotional turmoil …
When the Person You Love Is Disappearing into Addiction
“Boundaries are the distance at which I can love you and myself at the same time.” ~Prentis Hemphill
I thought I had seen the worst of it. I thought I knew what it meant to watch someone you love disappear into addiction. My mother taught me that lesson long before I was old enough to truly understand it.
Growing up, I saw her sink deep into heroin. I learned to read the signs before she even spoke. I knew when she was high. I knew when she was lying. I knew when she was gone, even when she was …
The Invisible Prison Shyness Builds and What Helped Me Walk Free
“Life shrinks or expands in proportion to one’s courage.” ~Anaïs Nin
When I think back on my life, shyness feels like an inner prison I carried with me for years. Not a prison with bars and guards, but a quieter kind—made of hesitation, fear, and silence. It kept me standing still while life moved forward around me.
One memory stays with me: my eighth-grade dance. The gym was alive with music, kids moving awkwardly but freely on the floor, laughing, bumping into one another, having fun. And there I was in the corner, figuratively stomping paper cups.
That’s how I …
How a Simple Object Helped Me Slow Down and Breathe
“Sometimes the smallest things take up the most room in your heart.” ~A.A. Milne
It was a Wednesday afternoon, and I was sitting in my car, too overwhelmed to turn the key in the ignition. My phone had been buzzing all day with work notifications, and the mental list of things I needed to do was growing faster than I could breathe.
Somewhere in the middle of my swirling thoughts, I reached into my coat pocket and felt something smooth and cool. It was a tiny amethyst I’d tucked there weeks ago, almost as an afterthought.
I held it in
The Hardest Person to Be Honest with Is Yourself
“You cannot heal what you refuse to confront.” ~Yasmin Mogahed
At sixteen, I walked out of my mother’s house with track marks and a half-packed bag. No big fight. No slammed door. Just the silent resignation of someone who couldn’t look his mother in the eye anymore. I wasn’t leaving home—I was bailing on it. On everything.
I didn’t know the word “addiction.” Well, I knew it; I just didn’t understand it. I didn’t know that the flu I kept getting was withdrawal. I thought I was just weak. A loser. A burnout who couldn’t even use the …
Relief from Relentless Thoughts: Reclaiming My Mind from OCD
“Don’t believe everything you hear—even in your own mind.” – Daniel G. Amen
This quote might sound like something you’d read on a coffee mug or an Instagram quote slide. But when your own mind is feeding you a 24/7 stream of terrifying, intrusive thoughts? That little phrase becomes a survival strategy.
Sure, I have lots of strategies now. But they weren’t born from a gentle spiritual awakening or a peaceful walk in the woods. They were born out of a relentless, knock-down, drag-out fight with obsessive-compulsive disorder (OCD). A fight that started when I was a kid and stole …
When Love Isn’t Enough: How I Found Healing After Emotional Abuse
“You can’t save someone who isn’t willing to participate in their own rescue.” ~Unknown
You and I have been doing the work. Talking. Writing. Processing.
Everything I’m focused on right now—in my healing, in my spirit, in my writing—is love. Becoming love. Living in love. Returning to love.
And yet, there’s a chapter of my life that continues to whisper to me: Why wasn’t love enough?
I spent nine years in a relationship that left me anxious, confused, and small. I was always on edge. Walking on eggshells, never knowing whether I’d be met with affection or fury. He …
Sound as Medicine: A Healing Journey
If you’ve felt overwhelmed lately—by responsibilities, by the pace of life, by the noise in the world—you’re not alone. Many of us are moving through our days on autopilot, carrying stress in our bodies that we barely notice until we finally slow down.
When that goes on long enough, the body tightens. The breath shortens. The nervous system stays braced for impact, even when nothing is immediately wrong.
This is why practices that help us reinhabit the body and soothe the nervous system can feel so powerful. They remind us we don’t have to live in a state of tension. …
Shifting Out of Survival Mode: Healing Happens One Choice at a Time
“When we are no longer able to change a situation, we are challenged to change ourselves.” ~Viktor Frankl
It started as a faint hum—a sense of unease that crept in during the isolation of the pandemic. I was a licensed therapist working from home, meeting with clients through a screen. Together, we were navigating a shared uncertainty, trying to cope as the world shifted beneath us.
I could feel the weight of their anxiety as they talked about their spiraling thoughts and struggles to feel grounded. What I didn’t realize then was how much of their turmoil was a reflection …
The Lonely Ache of Self-Worth That No One Talks About
“The deeper that sorrow carves into your being, the more joy you can contain.” ~Kahlil Gibran
They don’t talk about this part.
The hardest part about knowing your worth—after doing the work, setting boundaries, and getting crystal clear on what you want—is the ache.
Not just any ache. The ache of being awake. The ache of knowing. The ache of not settling.
I remember the first time I walked away from someone who didn’t mistreat me but who also didn’t quite meet me. I had spent years unraveling my old patterns: the people-pleasing, the over-giving, the “maybe this is …
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