Early in recovery, I spent a lot of time removing my masks; the masks I wore were to cover my pain and my lies and my hurt. This was necessary because I spent so long wearing masks to show the world how “okay” I was that I wasn’t even sureRead More →

So many times I’ve thought to myself, “If only…” If only I had said that, done that, reacted differently, chose differently, and so on. It’s like a song on repeat inside my head where I shame, blame, and reprimand myself for something in the past. The past is gone, literally,Read More →