All of my life, I have struggled to believe in myself. I had a habit of giving up before I failed, and I didn’t follow through with doing things that take a little bit of faith and trust in myself. As a kid, I quit softball before anyone had time to think I was bad. I quit soccer because I didn’t want people to think I stunk. I was afraid to try and fail at everything including relationships. I abandoned friends before they abandoned me. I never told my biggest crush in my teenage years, that...

Ever get lost in a thought loop about whatever your problem, fear, worry, hurt is? I sure have. It’s so easy to get emotionally dragged down by these circumstances and end up camping out in that energetically low space. Dolly Parton, may she be singing with the angels, recently reminded me that, we can simply pick ourselves up and think about or do something else. My five year old has become obsessed with Dolly Parton’s song, “Two Doors Down.” Per his request, I probably listen to this song a...

Lindsay Clancy. I can’t stop thinking about her. I hold so much space for this woman. I close my eyes and feel my heart actually ache when I think of her and how she must feel right now. I feel her heaviness, loss, and despair in my bones. For anyone who truly suffered from postpartum issues, you know, you lose yourself. I never came even close to wanting to un alive my children, but I certainly got to the point where I didn’t recognize myself. So much so that I am scared to get pregnant...