Feelings are hard for me to describe. I can come up with all kinds of visual representations of scenery or things you actually¬†look at, but since identifying and owning feelings is such a relatively new ability of mine, it’s difficult to approach them with the same competence. My plan for this post was to start with a loose idea and see where it took me. Sometimes I’m laser-focused on a topic and other times I only have a rough idea of what I want to say, so I sit down and let my fingers do the talking. My rough idea… View Post

Bad news — I’m dealing with another injury. Good news — it’s not as severe as when I hurt my back and I was out of commission for a month. I can’t pinpoint exactly what happened to my foot, but I can pinpoint when I noticed that it was hurting. I was walking back from training a client and noticed that the top of my foot felt different — almost crampy and like it needed to crack. I’d felt a similar pain before when my shoelaces were too tight, so I figured that Donut’s exploits and the number of times… View Post

I’m currently sitting at my dining room table that has been shoved into a corner because we decided we didn’t need it anymore but then forgot to put in the work to sell it. I’m fidgeting in my chair to find the perfect level of comfort because I SOMEHOW know that will make magic flow from my fingers and into these words. It’s not my normal chair and I don’t like change when I’m trying to write. I’m typing on my laptop keyboard because my beloved desktop that Neil built from scratch is likely irrevocably damaged and will need to… View Post

I’ve spoken publicly about my problems with addiction many times. I do it because I enjoy it and because I know that there’s a stigma to break around it. I know that I don’t look like an “addict,” whatever the connotation of that term is. I know that the more I talk about what I’ve gone through, there’s a likelihood that I’ll change one person’s mind about hopefully how they treat and feel about people with substance abuse issues, even if it’s only one person. I’ve experienced my fair share of prejudice around it, which I came to expect because… View Post

I’ve written pretty openly about my struggles with depression and how going to therapy was crucial in getting through that time. Although I likely should have gone sooner, I’m one of those stubborn people who thinks that they’ve got everything figured out and if they just think on something long enough, they’ll figure out a solution. I held on for years operating this way, but it was issues with another person that convinced me there are some things I can’t figure out by myself. The first time I went to therapy it was with Neil. We had reached a point… View Post