therapy

I thought healing would mean lying. I thought allowing myself to be helped would be falsifying documents that stated I was all right or had a happy life when I did not. I thought all I had going for me was my refusal to lie about my life, and I didn't want to give that up.

As a therapist, I specialize in families dealing with trauma. My work is hard, so like any good therapist, I engage in self-care. Yet, it's not enough.

Every time I complain about the difficulty of parenting, whether the child is neurodivergent or absolutely 100% neurotypical, someone drops in my mentions to tell me either A. Children are a blessed gift from heaven that should never be taken for granted or (even less helpful) B. UR DOING IT WRONG.

The wonderful thing about knitting is that it combines mindfulness with mindlessness. You have to concentrate, sure, but you can easily lose yourself.

This is not the person my husband married. We're all a little crazy. We're all trying. Tomorrow we will not be the people we are today.

Deciding to tell your partner that you want to see a therapist can be scary. And sometimes it's even a good idea to see someone together!

I don’t know what “normal” is — that is to be not in crisis — because I never knew normal, to begin with. I am the crisis friend.

Healing is hard work. It will be hard today, tomorrow, next week, next month, 3 years from now.