I wrote this piece for Tiny Buddha, where it was originally published. The first time my kids saw me truly cry was Christmas of 2021. My oldest was sixteen and my youngest was twelve. They had just opened their presents. It should have been a...
Reclaiming my anger hasn't just been a somatic practice; it’s been a psychological shift. For survivors of childhood trauma, the belief that 'it’s all on me' can be a heavy burden. But as I’ve learned to move this emotional energy, my sense of responsibility has...
There’s a feeling I’ve had for most of my life — a feeling that connection lived outside of me. Like it was in other people. In relationships. In whether someone stayed, or chose me, or didn’t pull away. And for a long time, I thought...
Awhile back, I wrote about the loneliness of loving an avoidant partner —the quiet ache of being close to someone who can't quite meet you there. This blog is about the version that's hardest to leave. Not the partner who is clearly unavailable. Not the...