Memory is a story we tell ourselves to survive; the body is the truth we cannot edit. When I was young, I was molested by a babysitter’s son. I didn’t remember it for a long time. My young mind did what it needed to do to survive. It folded the memory neatly and tucked it… Continue reading What I Wasn’t Taught Was From Whom
There are seasons when life removes the illusion of control, when the scaffolding that holds your sense of safety simply disappears. You think you’re doing well, managing everything, staying grounded… until something shifts beneath you and your nervous system tells the truth your mind won’t say out loud. Recently my foundation disappeared. My home, the… Continue reading When the Ground Gives Way
