For YEARS I could look in a mirror and immediately start making a list. Too old. Too heavy. Too tired. Too much damage. Too many years I couldn't get back. Like ma'am... you were literally just trying to brush your teeth. 😭 But that's what I did. I could turn one glance

I really thought butterflies meant something. Like... ohhh this must be chemistry. 😂 Heart racing? Chemistry. Couldn't stop thinking about them? Chemistry. Never knew where I stood? Obviously passion. 🤦‍♀️ Meanwhile peace felt boring. Consistency felt suspicious. And calm made me w

I used to think forgiveness meant eventually letting someone back in. Like if I REALLY forgave them, the door had to reopen. Yeah... no. 😂 I can forgive you. I can pray for you. I can genuinely hope you heal. And I can still leave that door locked. That doesn't make me bitter.

I wasn't addicted to chaos. I was addicted to feeling essential. Yeah... that realization was rude. 😂 For years I knew exactly who I was when something was falling apart. Someone needed help? I'm there. Crisis? Hand it to me. Relationship on fire? Oh good, a job. 😂 But then

I used to think forgiveness meant putting everything back exactly the way it was. Like... I forgive you. Here's your key back. Here's access to my heart again. Here's the microphone. Apparently you get opinions about my life again too. 😂 Recovery taught me something I REALLY

I thought I was the only thing in my life that needed recovery. Turns out my social life did too. 😂 There was a time my phone NEVER stopped buzzing. Not because I was important. Because I was available. Available for chaos. Available for emergency breakdowns. Available for “girl, y

Apparently my feelings aren't facts. Rude. 😂 For YEARS, if I felt something strongly enough, my brain immediately promoted it to VERIFIED INFORMATION. I feel like I don't belong? Obviously everyone secretly hates me. I feel like I'm failing? Excellent. Let's conduct a

I used to think missing someone meant I should reach out. Text them. Check their profile. Send the apology. Reopen the door I worked REALLY hard to close. 😭 Because surely if I was thinking about them this much, it meant something... right? Yeah. Sometimes it meant I was lonely. 😂 Th

Nobody warns you that some of the biggest signs your life is changing are painfully boring. 😂 I used to think transformation looked like BIG moments. Getting sober. Starting over. Going back to school. Publishing a book. The milestones people actually notice. And those things matter.

I really thought I was just a nice person. 😂 Need a ride? Sure. Need money? I'll figure it out. Need me to rearrange my entire life because you asked? Already grabbing my keys. 🫡 Then recovery handed me a deeply offensive piece of information: Sometimes I wasn't being kind.

I thought I was addicted to chaos. Turns out, that wasn't quite it. I was addicted to feeling essential. I knew exactly who I was when something was falling apart. The strong one. The fixer. The one who could handle it. The one everybody needed. Then life got quieter. No em

I thought I had a savior complex. Turns out I had a significance problem. If someone needed me, I felt valuable. If someone was falling apart, I felt important. The men who couldn't regulate. The friends who only called in crisis. The constant emotional surveillance. I wasn't just helpin

Well. This one came for my parenting. 😂 I used to think “because I said so” meant I was being the parent. Case closed. Gavel down. Court adjourned. But sometimes I wasn’t teaching anything. I was just ending the conversation. And OUCH: “Authority without humility is just ego in a p

I really thought I had this whole anger thing handled. I don't yell. I don't slam doors. I don't even raise my voice. Very mature of me. 😌 Unfortunately, nobody informed my FACE. Because apparently my mouth can say, "I'm fine." while my eyebrows are filing

This one hurt to write. Because for a long time, I thought being completely open with my child made me a good mom. Bad day? They knew. Triggered? They knew. Having an emotional crisis over something from 2007? Oh, they DEFINITELY knew. 😅 I called it honesty. I called it being close. I

Nobody warns you about boredom. They warn you about relapse. They warn you about temptation. But nobody says, “Hey… Tuesday might take you out.” 😂 There’s a weird part of healing where nothing is actually wrong… and your brain starts looking around like: Should we text someone we have

I used to write novels trying to make people choose me. Now? If you need convincing, I'm not campaigning. Healing isn't becoming cold. It's finally realizing your self-respect costs more than their approval. Who's learning this lesson with me? ❤️ #Healing #Boundar