There is no destination
On traversing the landscapes of my own heart, the only true final destination.
Not everyone wants to heal
Reflections on healing, projection, pain, and white-knuckling your way through life.
When things no longer fit
I don't need a body that fits my clothes, I need clothes that fit my body.
Threads of survival
What if dysregulation wasn’t the problem? What if not looking away was the salve?
Forgiveness is a bitter fruit
On forgiveness, resentment, letting go of the apology you think you deserve, loving things as they are, and releasing expectation.