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There’s a strange thing that happens when life gets quieter. Not silent. Just quieter. The constant noise begins to fade. The distractions lose their grip.The routines that kept you occupied loosen.The habits that blurred the edges stop working the way they once did. And in that space — often for the first time in a long time — you begin to hear what’s been waiting underneath all of it. And what you hear can suck. That’s the part no one prepares you for. We’re taught to belie

For something prescribed to millions of people, the experience of trying to come off psychiatric medications can feel strangely confusing and isolating. Not because information does not exist. But because the reality of what withdrawal can actually feel like is often far more intense, disorienting, and frightening than many people expect beforehand. I say this as someone who is not anti-medication. I’ve worked in mental health systems for decades. I understand that medication

There’s a story we tell about domestic violence. It sounds like this: There’s a victim. There’s an abuser. There’s a crisis. And the system steps in to help. Hotlines. Shelters. Protection orders. Counseling. Advocacy. And to be clear — these things matter. A lot. They save lives. But they’re not the whole picture. Not even close. WHERE THE SYSTEM FOCUSES The domestic violence system — what most people think of as shelters, advocacy, and support services — is built around one

I’ve been noticing something lately that doesn’t quite make sense to me. And I think part of it is because my dad died this year… And my mom is on her way. So death isn’t some abstract idea right now. It’s… right here. When I’m sitting alone, in my head, thinking about it— Not existing. Just… gone. It scares the hell out of me. Like a deep, almost panicky kind of fear. But here’s the part I can’t reconcile. If I picture a real situation— A client of mine in danger. Someone tr