During the subscription box boom of the mid 2010’s, I was an entrepreneur. My business partner and I launched a subscription box themed around self care supplies. We had bonded over some shared traumatic calamities and knew how important self care was to our survival, so in the girl boss theme of the time, we…… Continue reading Self care isn’t for sale
Parenting always brings the dilemma: is it time to push my child more, or is it time to leave things be and let them figure it out? Is it time to push, or time to glide? My son was born with multiple disabilities and high support needs, so my version of this question often came…… Continue reading When to Accept and When to Fight
The greatest sources of our suffering are the lies we tell ourselves. Bessel van der Kolk, The Body Keeps the Score The only thing that is true for all of us is that we were born, our bodies need care to survive, and then at some point our bodies break down and we die. There…… Continue reading Accepting Body Needs
These days I proudly call myself a singer, but it took me a really long time to embrace that identity. I had several run-ins with teacher/ coach/director types that snuffed it out of me at a vulnerable stage. I had to rediscover my love of singing, and I had to learn how to deal with…… Continue reading Self talk and tough love
This morning I was cooking a more involved breakfast than usual and as I sat there chopping I had a shocking realization. I hadn’t turned on music, or a podcast, or the television, or taken a phone call, or used any of the other methods of distraction I typically use. I was working in silence,…… Continue reading Feeling at home in your mind
I have a physical panic response to every notification I get. Too many years of being an opinionated woman on the internet has taught my nervous system that a little ping means I’m about to be attacked. I turn off notifications where I can, I never answer my phone, but I still have to exist…… Continue reading Seeking Quiet in a Noisy World
Body Loyalty came to me in the midst of grueling surgical recovery, so it’s no surprise that the place I started was with Quiet. I didn’t have much of a choice. I was trapped in bed for years, isolated and bored, and with no where near enough distractions to keep me ignoring my circumstances. Somewhere…… Continue reading Quiet is the starting place.
I come from a family of storytellers. We would spend hours sitting around telling stories the others weren’t there for or were too little to remember, full of moments where it was clear we were who we were from the beginning. This is the one my family would tell about me: My dad was a…… Continue reading Habits with a Purpose
I spent most of my life in what felt like a pit of shame and self hate. People would tell these stories about what the surface looked like, or an oasis of self love they could see off in the distance, but from the bottom of my pit, all I could see was blinding sun.…… Continue reading A Ladder Out of Self Hate