Soon my house will split into three different chapters. My baby is starting 5th grade. My middle child is officially beginning 6th grade homeschool, which means one of us is about to become a student, and the other is about to become a coffee-powered, Google-searching, “Did you check the dire

Today, I hope you give yourself credit for the things no one else sees. The days you got out of bed when it took everything you had. The texts you answered even when your social battery was empty. The tears you wiped away before anyone noticed. The battles you fought inside your own mind and

Some days I wake up and it feels like someone else clocked into my body before I did. My clothes feel wrong. My skin feels too tight. My face looks unfamiliar. Everything is uncomfortable for reasons I can’t explain. Nothing catastrophic happened. Nobody said anything. The vibes just fil

Some of y’all don’t actually want peace. You want permission. Permission to keep making the same bad decisions. Permission to keep treating people like disposable napkins. Permission to keep avoiding accountability because facing yourself sounds way less fun than blaming literally everyone

Let’s discuss why telling the truth matters. Everybody loves to tell kids the story of The Boy Who Cried Wolf. Cute. But life has a sequel they never mention. Eventually, you stop running into people who politely correct your lies. Eventually, you meet the Mom. Or the Auntie. The one

Can we talk about substitute addiction for a minute? Because I swear some people think recovery is just putting down the bottle, the pills, or the needle and magically becoming a perfectly balanced human being. That’s… adorable. See, addiction doesn’t always leave. Sometimes it just cha

Can we normalize admitting we’re wrong? Not because it’s trendy. Not because it looks good. Because it’s exhausting watching grown adults perform Olympic-level mental gymnastics to avoid saying, “Yeah… I messed up.” Some of y’all would rather rewrite history than apologize. You’ll change

Today was one of those moments that reminds me that parenting isn’t about creating little versions of ourselves. It’s about raising good humans. Today, Kendall and Eyan made the decision to be baptized. Their decision. And I couldn’t be more proud. A lot of people know that my spirit

Most people don’t actually want honesty. They want honesty wrapped in bubble wrap, dipped in sugar, approved by a focus group, notarized by a lawyer, and delivered by a Disney princess singing reassuring songs in the background. What they really want is agreement. That’s it. They want t

I think one of the most underrated forms of love is having a partner who doesn’t take your need for solitude personally. Because sometimes my brain decides it’s going to host a full-contact cage match between anxiety, depression, trauma, intrusive thoughts, overstimulation, and whatever fresh he

Unpopular Opinion: Let’s discuss breaking generational patterns. You know, one of the weirdest things about becoming an adult is realizing half the stuff we defend with our whole chest is just stuff somebody did to us first. Somewhere along the way, people decided that if a grown adult is

Let’s discuss how everybody is a mental health advocate right up until mental health starts mentally healthing. Because that’s my favorite part. People love posting the inspirational quotes. “Check on your strong friends.” “It’s okay not to be okay.” “Mental health matters.” “Be k

Let’s discuss sobriety for a minute, because some of y’all are out here acting like recovery comes with a universal instruction manual written by the Recovery Police. News flash: it doesn’t. Some people got sober through meetings. Some people got sober through therapy. Some people found relig

Accountability is a fascinating concept because apparently some people think it’s a mythical creature. Right up there with Bigfoot, affordable groceries, and getting customer service on the first try. Some folks will do the absolute most ridiculous shit imaginable and then act completely shocked

Happy Fourth of July to everyone celebrating America’s birthday by standing outside in 97-degree weather holding a paper plate loaded with enough food to feed a small village while pretending we aren’t all one mosquito bite away from committing crimes. Today is the day we collectively decide tha

Can we talk about how exhausting it is that everyone has an opinion about literally everything? You dye your hair? Someone hates it. You don’t dye your hair? Someone hates that too. You wear makeup? You’re trying too hard. You don’t wear makeup? You look tired. You post too much. You

Here’s the thing about psychosis: one minute you’re minding your own business, trying to drink your coffee and exist like a normal human being, and the next your brain has decided it’s auditioning for a low-budget horror movie that nobody asked for. Psychosis is basically your brain grabbing rea

Let’s talk about schizophrenia. Not the Hollywood version where you’re suddenly a supervillain with dramatic background music. The real version. The version where your brain wakes up every morning and chooses chaos. Living with schizophrenia feels like someone dumped a colony of caffeinate

Living with PTSD is wild because your brain really said, “You know what would be fun? Treating random Tuesday afternoons like we’re being hunted for sport.” One minute I’m minding my business, drinking my caffeine, paying bills, existing like a responsible adult. The next minute my brain sees, h

Living with insomnia is absolutely incredible because every single night I get front-row tickets to the dumbest TED Talk ever created. Hosted by my brain. At 2:03 a.m. Against my will. I climb into bed exhausted. The kind of exhausted where your soul has buffering issues. I close my