My Eating Disorder Story: A Lifetime in Recovery Trigger Warning: This post discusses eating disorders, trauma, and sexual assault. Last week was National Eating Disorder Awareness Week, and while Iâm late in sharing, I canât ignore how important it is to open up about these experiences. Eating disorders thrive in silence and shame, and my story is just one example of how those silent struggles can linger for years. I didnât wake up one day and decide to have an eating disorder. It wasnât about food or body image â it was about the trauma, the messages I internalized, and the belief that shrinking was the only way to survive.…
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Are You Stuck in the Procrastination Loop? We all procrastinate, but did you know itâs more than just a bad habit? In my latest blog post, I dive deep into the neuroscience and psychology of procrastinationâitâs not just about poor time management, itâs a full-on mind game. Discover why your brain is working against you and when procrastination might signal something deeper. Ready to unlock the mystery? Click the link to read the full post and start breaking free from the cycle. Procrastination: Itâs Not Just an Excuse, Itâs a Mind Game
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In 2018, I decided to take a break from alcohol, and it quickly turned into a life-changing journey thatâs still going strong today. But it wasnât just about quitting boozeâit was about reconnecting with myself in a way I hadnât done in years. Meditation became my lifeline, guiding me through the discomfort, pain, and overwhelming emotions Iâd been numbing with alcohol. In this post, I share how meditation helped me not only stay alcohol-free but also uncovered truths about myself I wasnât ready to face before. If you're wondering whether alcohol and meditation can coexist, my story might just provide the answer you're searching for.
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The holidays are supposed to be a time of joy, but for manyâincluding meâthey can bring up complex emotions. Hereâs how Iâve been feeling after this yearâs celebrations.
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If youâd asked me ten years ago what life at 45 would look like, I wouldâve painted a picture that was, at best, wildly naive. I figured by now Iâd have it all figured out: a successful corporate career, thriving relationships, and a rock-solid sense of self. I thought life would be one of those “paint-by-numbers” masterpieces my grandpa used to paintâstructured, polished, and complete. Instead, here I am, staring at another blank canvas, one thatâs begging for something more like abstract art. And honestly? Iâm terrified and loving it all at the same time. The Messy Reality of Being Human Being âunfinishedâ isnât just a phase or a stage…
