The Journal

On a car ride back from a busy holiday celebration on the east coast I listened to Lady Gaga talk about her mental health. She kept referring to the hope she has each day that the emotions will eventually change, and how the trauma shows up physically in her body. She sees a psychologist every […]

I can barely remember the first Christmas without my mom. I was 22 and weeks away from moving my entire life to New York City from my small town in Indiana. She had been gone nearly seven months, and it felt like she had been gone for both fifteen minutes and fifteen years. I remember […]

This morning I talked to my old therapist on the phone about a jarring email I received from a distressed follower yesterday. I haven’t seen my therapist in at least six months which for me is like, exceptional growth. Not because I don’t love therapy, I’ve got three numbers for you now if you are […]

I was sitting in a pew anticipating a wonderful performance from a women’s choir. It had been a while since I sat in a pew—I used to do it every single day growing up and let’s just say, it was a lot. So, I’ve replaced hard church pews with muddy paths surrounded by trees and […]