Hope is a 4-letter-word…
One of the last experiences I savored before leaving Downers Grove was a lunch date with myself at Mayslake Forest…
Oh hi, I’m bi!
Normally I wait til halfway through the blog post to get to the good stuff, but not today. Yes, you’re…
home vs. Home…
When someone tells you that they’re a therapist, there’s this momentary flash where the thought goes through your mind:…
In which we say goodbye…
We’ve started the process of saying goodbye. The most difficult one came first – my amazing therapist of 4.5 years.…
Looking up, looking ahead…
If you know me, then it’s no secret that I’ve been pining for Portland, my hometown, since the day we…
Marching onward…
I’m supposed to be doing homework. Reading about psychotherapy theories and how to help the least of these. But we’re…
Picking up the pen…
“Every day is a new page. Stories unfold as new life begins.” When you’re 22 years old, attempting to write…
Gently to the ground…
As kids, we all had our favorite piece of playground equipment. Mine was the swings. The feeling of flying, wind…
Moving through the turns…
I didn’t think it would take this long. It was quiet, save for the meditative music playing quietly in the…