I used to think rock bottom was the end. Now I finally understand that it was a doorway.

Recovery changes you—but no one talks about how strange it feels to meet yourself on the other side.

Starting anew not because you were broken, but because you are whole.

Recovery, whether from mental illness, addiction, trauma, grief, or burnout is rarely a reset button.

Recovery once gave me structure and identity. But what happens when healing isn’t the whole story anymore?

I’m here. Not thriving. Not crashing. Just… living. Staying. Becoming.

Turning this blog into a book about my journey.

The way you engage with therapy can evolve.

Ending a therapeutic relationship can feel weighty—but it’s also a powerful sign of self-awareness.

You don’t have to drink the whole ocean to know that it’s salty.

Living in paradise while trying to hold together your mental health is kinda like trying to meditate on a trampoline: theoretically possible, but wildly unstable.

Shame doesn’t just weigh us down - it drives us to hide, to numb, and to believe we’re beyond help.

The ancestral instinct and strength of emotional intelligence.

When being authentic feels risky.

Avoiding compliments or chasing them are both coping strategies for insecurity.

Paradise can sometimes feel like a free vacation - tempting, but definitely not hassle-free.

There’s a special kind of madness that comes from being in love with someone who rewrites reality.

You may have been broken, but you were never beyond repair.

Things are never quite the same after betrayal.

Open and honest communication about mental health.