Not everyone can wiggle their hips in a way that defies gravity when it comes to hula hooping. It takes desire, practice, failing, and trying again. As a kid, I watched a hula hoop competition and told myself I’d beat the top time—maybe not that day, but in my own backyard, barefoot in freshly cutContinue reading “Makin’ Trauma Our Bitch”
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“You’re Going to Hell”: From Fear to Tolerance
I share these stories not because I’m proud of them, but because I know I’m not the only one who was shaped this way—and maybe we can unshape it together.” I don’t know exactly how the world began. The Big Bang, stars forming, planets aligning—it’s the best I’ve got. I’m an atheist living in aContinue reading ““You’re Going to Hell”: From Fear to Tolerance”
The Weight of the Underbelly
My clients are the ones doing the dirty work—the social workers, the detectives on sexual abuse cases. Their victims are the powerless, the vulnerable, the dependent. Together, we meet in the darkest recesses of humanity, working through the shock and sadness, reminding ourselves why we do this: to help the greater community. I like workingContinue reading “The Weight of the Underbelly”
Transforming Trauma
I don’t think I’ve ever talked here about why I specialized in trauma. It’s the main focus of my weekly work, the foundation of so many hour-long discussions, and a field I’m passionate about helping people recover from. So I figured—why haven’t I shared more about what drew me to it? The defining moment happenedContinue reading “Transforming Trauma”
Mr. Sandman
Such significant experiences unfolded during my therapy sessions today. From grappling with suicidal thoughts to battling an extreme eating disorder, and even witnessing inaction in reporting child abuse, the gravity of these situations weighs heavily on my mind even during my off hours. As I reflect on the precious 55 minutes we shared, thoughts raceContinue reading “Mr. Sandman”
Heart Healin’
When I drift to the land of not, to a space of no more, I wonder why I came. To grieve, to breathe, for a bit of reprieve? Sometimes I’ll sift through the rubble of the past for answers. I’ll see a hill of bricks, pick one up, and analyze its shape and lines. DidContinue reading “Heart Healin’”