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I’m depressed. Shocking, right? The woman who is always there for everyone else, the one who smiles and laughs in a room full of...

I’m alive because my kids deserve it. Not because I want to be. That’s the part nobody wants to say out loud. People want survival...

There are versions of me I’ve carried through time. Some I’ve tried to protect, some I’ve tried to bury, and some I’ve only just begun to...

I’m worth it. Not sometimes . Not when it’s "convenient". Not when it’s "easy". Always . I’m worth the effort it takes for someone to...

Being a social influencer (which, honestly, I do not see myself as one) is often painted as a dream. The highlight reels make it look...

There are certain words in our language that can’t be taken lightly. No.   Stop.   Yes.   Absolutely.  Each one is short, clear, and...

One of the quickest ways to lose my trust is when your words and your actions don’t match. I’m not the type to sit back and watch...

There are days when my heart aches so deeply I can barely breathe. The tears come without warning, flooding me with the reminder of all...

Dating in your 30s is infuriating . It’s not just hard — it’s exhausting in a soul-draining, “why the hell am I even trying anymore?”...

I have a love/hate relationship with social media. On one hand, it’s the reason I’ve met incredible people from all corners of the...

⚠️ Content Warning: Trigger warning added for photos of my stillborn son at the bottom of this post. Please proceed with caution. My son...

For years, I kept my hand above the water while I was drowning. I was waiting for someone to come save me. I was sinking, clawing,...

Here’s the thing about “healing your nervous system” when you’re chronically ill: it sounds really nice in theory. Like a luxury spa day...

You were lied to. Not once. Not just by one person. But over and over, in subtle ways, in loud ways, in ways so deeply embedded into your...

I often find myself sitting in the quiet of my room, the kind of silence that feels almost deafening. It’s in these moments, trapped...

Raw & Real: Week 3 of the 10-Week Series There’s this shiny, feel-good lie that gets passed around like it’s wisdom: “If you survived it,...

There are days when I wonder if what I’m doing even matters. Not that sharing my story here—on this blog, on Threads, on...

I want to talk—really talk—about something that I feel so strongly about, it makes my skin crawl just to see it normalized: physical...

527 days 12,656.728 hours 759,403.65 minutes 45,564,219 seconds That's how long it's been since the state of Indiana snatched my children...

Raw & Real: Week 2 of the 10-Week Series There’s this quiet, persistent entitlement that clings to trauma survivors like mold. An...