Part II – All of My Broken Places

Trigger Warning—Description of child abuse and sexual abuse Some people are angels on this earth. My Grandmother was one of those angels for me. I have been blessed with many angels, and I know without a doubt that if it were not for them, I would not be here writing these words. That dark April

Panic Attacks and Addiction

Today I woke up expecting a lovely day. I would be working from home behind the safety of my laptop with my weighted blanket all around me. Then an email dinged in my work mailbox. A standard email from management to our office staff addressing a menial issue regarding office staff late attendance of 5-10

Shame

Shame is the stab in my stomach that pulses in and out and creeps into my chest making it hard to breathe, the knot in my throat that makes it hard to swallow. Shame is also the tunnel vision, the shutting down of my senses as my mind transitions back to another time. Shame is

Introduction – Part I – All of My Broken Places

Due to the level of soul-crushing depression I was living with, I knew I needed to find the answer to the screaming question in my mind of, “how did I get here?” or “how did I get so far from the good parts of me?” I realized that my life had been a series of

For the Sake of Healing

I am sitting here more whole than I have ever been in my life, and that feels good to acknowledge. But at the same time, I can still feel all the breaks in me. The breaks mean so many different things to me. The breaks are the damaged cracks left on the fabric of my