I have short hair. It’s by default. Because it’s thin, fine, and wispy and grows at a snail’s pace I have yearned for long hair since I was 11 years old and ogled my classmate Kathleen’s long thick locks. I imagined myself wearing a wig – it was the only way I could see myself having the experience of long hair. I got a perm at that age to try and help solve this hair dilemma. But the stylist left me under the heat too long. I emerged from the salon with a fried and frizzy me

My hair is short. I don’t shampoo it. I don’t always wear a bra. I usually keep my nails cut short. I like wearing black eyeliner. I will spend a lot of money on good shoes and jackets. I get Botox sometimes. I’ve thought about getting some form of plastic surgery but haven’t. I don’t eat sugar. I like Indian food and Mexican food. I used to overeat and have an unhealthy relationship with food. Now I’m noticing old patterns in this area returning. I love driving my motorbike

For Valentine’s, I blocked him 🚫 And in doing so, I chose myself👩‍❤️‍👩 I blocked him- not out of spite or malice- but out of protection of my own heart💓 Because by continuing a toxic connection, I was in essence blocking myself. Every time I compromised, every time I allowed, made a concession, justified or rationalized contact or connection, I abandoned myself😰 So I blocked him. No more doors left cracked open giving false hope that somehow, someday, something will chan

My heart hurts. 💔 It’s an agonizing feeling that is so familiar, yet still so uncomfortable. It comes from loss of connection with another person- usually romantic, but also friendship, or loss through death. This feeling has followed me from youth. When I was 11 years old, my family moved from Texas to South Carolina, and I was not happy. I cried every night, missing Texas and my friends. Mixed up in that was also a monster crush on a boy named Bill who didn’t know I existe

Lately I’ve been talking with people about their primary addiction – the one that precedes alcohol or drugs. Of course, in my work with helping people overcome sugar and food addiction, I have heard many say food is primary. But it wasn’t food for me. It was boys. At five years old, I was called “Kissy-Girl” at school because I chased the boys on the playground during recess and would catch and kiss them. I’d create monster fantasy crushes in my mind with boys I had sometimes

July 15, 1998, is twenty-three years ago today. Almost half my life has gone by since then. Still, I remember it every year. Here’s why. In late 1997 when I was twenty-one, I hatched a cowardly suicide scheme. I was too afraid to take direct action to kill myself, so I came up with an alternative: I would run away from everyone and everything and hope I would just simply die. So I made a plan. First, I set a date of departure: July 15, 1998. Then, a destination. I was living

Welcome to my blog! Below you will find my intro video where I explain why I am called to share this message of hope and encouragement for those in recovery who have found themselves depressed, dry and not sober, and possibly consumed with other addictions. Please like, comment, and subscribe to my YouTube channel and my blog here to learn how you can regain the joy of living again! Here is a general transcript of what my first video is about: Hi! I am here to share my exper