Trauma has a strange way of convincing us that we're responsible for every storm around us. From constant apologies to broken sleep, night terrors, and the need for noise in an empty room, I'm beginning to recognize the difference between navigating the storm and believing I caused it.
Nala Was the Bestest Girl
Nala got three more years after what could have been her last day. They weren't nearly enough. This is goodbye to a dog who survived a difficult beginning, found her pack, learned to trust, and was loved until her very last breath.
One Mistake Doesn’t Have to Be Your Whole Story
Eight years after a rookie mistake, I still think about forgiveness, trust, and whether people should be forever judged by the worst decision they ever made.
Sometimes the Best Medicine is an Inappropriate Joke
Dark humor isn't a lack of compassion. Sometimes it's the only thing standing between trauma and surrender.