I’ve said it before, and I’ll say it again… this year has been ROUGH. Not to sound like a broken record, but within six months my dog passed away, my Grandma passed away, and I got hit by a mother-fucking truck. All while holding down multiple jobs, including being a mother of a walking-talking toddler. And this week I suffered another loss that I’m not ready to discuss publicly, but let’s just say it triggers a lot of REALLY BIG EMOTIONS. If I wasn’t so strong, I’d be on the

Recently, when people have asked me how I am, I usually respond with, “fine.” And it’s true— things are not particularly good or bad, they’re just fine. It’s interesting to hear people’s responses to this. Most will retort back, “just fine? Everything okay?” And that’s where my real truth gets slightly more complicated. Everything is okay, for the most part. My son is healthy and happy (most days), I have a job and am making decent money for once, and I’m married to a wonderf

After a bit of a hiatus, I decided to go back to therapy. I’m a big fan of therapy— I’ve been going on and off since I was nine. And I’ve had all sorts of therapists— fantastic ones who literally saved my life and brought me back from the brink of trauma, teaching me coping mechanisms and giving me amazing support; and others who used my therapy sessions as way to help their “nephew” or whomever break into the business. Yes, you read that right. One great thing about not bein