Insurance, for many, is often seen as a ticket to accessible healthcare—a privilege that opens doors to critical services and treatments. But in practice, the reality can feel far from ideal. The current insurance and managed care model is riddled with issues that...
In the aftermath of an election, conversations often seem stuck in a cycle of division, fear, and uncertainty. But I want to shift the focus from the election itself to what comes after: the path forward, the bridge we're standing on now. This bridge represents...
Have you ever felt overwhelmed by the weight of chronic stress, wondering if your health issues are tied to the constant strain of lifelong overwhelm, possibly rooted in trauma? Maybe you’re a parent juggling your mental health while also caring for a child with a...
As I write this, the rain falls gently, the sky is gray, and a mild breeze signals the change of seasons. This transition can represent so many different things… For some of us, this time of year means back to school and a return to schedules and routines. ...
Dearest Mamas, Maybe you’re reading this letter because you saw “invisible disabilities” and immediately knew this letter was written for you. Maybe your kid doesn’t have a diagnosis, but nothing about parenting them has ever felt easy or “normal.” Maybe you’ve...
Content warning: Suicidal fantasy and ideation Creating is a core part of how I've made sense of life and my interactions with its intensity. As a child, I scribbled vibrant illustrations and stories about the monsters under my bed. During adolescence, I sang sad...
It’s 5:30 am. The sound of my soft, gentle alarm going off is intermingled with the screams of my almost 4 year old daughter who is telling me she already pooped herself (she’s sick) and would like to finish her BM in the toilet, which, of course, she doesn’t want to...
Chapped, rough lips covering my entire mouth. Hungry, wet tongue slamming into the back of my throat. My chest heaving, gasping for air that is hard to find. A cold hand forcing it's way up my shirt. Awkward, hard fingers frantically pulling at my bra to grope at...
That sounds ridiculous right?? That there's one way to do something so insanely complicated?? The idea that there actually are right answers?? And yet, we read those kinds of posts and articles all the time and hear it just as frequently. This is the same...but...
Broken can be beautiful. Does that sound strange to you? Do you believe that it's actually true or that I'm just trying to spin something? Initially, it sounded strange to me too, but it doesn't take more than a minute or two when I really think about what that...