Author Archives: Jaclynn Loibl

I’m buzzing with excitement. My content on TikTok is getting more and more visibility—but even more meaningful than that, I’m developing friendships and finding support from other creators. That’s such a lovely aspect of the app I didn’t anticipate. What I also didn’t expect? To get a little therapized along the way. Recently, in responseContinue reading “Three Thousand Flowers”

Some people are just cowards, I tell my last client of the night. And it feels good—like a release. Like pounding a beer, crushing the can to my head, then slamming it to the ground with a “Huzzah!” Sometimes the stories I hear—the dehumanizing ones, the valueless ones—hit me hard, right between the eyes. AndContinue reading “Firefly Me to the Moon”

I’m really good at my job. Last night’s session brought that to mind. It was one of those late-night ones, the kind where I really should’ve been brushing my teeth and curling up in bed with the last 10% of my book. Usually, I’m soft-spoken — I listen, empathize, validate. But sometimes that’s not what’sContinue reading “Spit, Shake and Change”

I’m powering up—like a rocket launch. The grumble, the rumble, the shaky ground—it’s real. From the ashes, we rise. Sometimes I forget: social media isn’t just people connecting, it’s also people tearing down. And while I’d never put up with that in real life, online I’ve been too generous—handing out time, energy, and grace thatContinue reading “Grounded and Steady”

Thoughts chatter in my mind like the teeth of an uncoated child—buzzing like a live utility wire—and I’m without a tin hat. If I had a sword, I’d slice them clean, like that watermelon-cutting app: one thwap, and they’d melt into the floor. And then I’d be free—free to listen to the quiet, to hearContinue reading “Off With Your Head”

I think back to when my grandma’s brother and his wife parked their RV in my grandma’s driveway. Living next door, I had prime real estate for eavesdropping (eyedropping?). At the time, I’d never even heard of people living that way. My grandmother disapproved, of course, but to me they seemed glamorous—like runway models, onlyContinue reading “Imagine It’s National Waffle Day”

It’s on the tip of my tongue, the tip of my toes—this reachless thought calling my name. Likely good medicine, the kind needing a prescription, followed to a T. That’s not me. Yet, doctor’s orders. It’s a longing to lay outstretched, muscles unloaded, the permission and the push to unknot my knots. A shift—the flipContinue reading “The Eaglet and Me”

I’m seated beside a nightlight, listening to the softest little yawn. Evelyn shifts in her crisp white sheets on the top bunk, another yawn escaping. This morning, Maddie came sprinting across the sand gap between our rentals, arm outstretched with a pink, blue, and purple turtle bracelet. Pointing straight at Evelyn, she declared: “I gotContinue reading “The Turtle Whisperer”