Wolf Pack Part II

On my way out of this session, I kept repeating, "why would God let that happen?" Despite the way it might look if I am being judged solely on my words from this blog, I am actually a very optimistic person and am usually the first in a group to recognize something good from shit.…

Quiet After The Storm

The dust settled. Over 102 miles, 5 hours, lunch, 2 houses, 2 schools, 1 track and field, and a frozen yogurt later: I feel sure I am supposed to be alive. Just 4 months ago I was writing suicide letters to loved ones. “Dear [therapist name],” I started, but never could finish that one. Tears…

Putting Words To Unknown

What part of me is hurting right now? It’s little-me. It’s the little-me that doesn’t even know what happened to her. And, it’s teen-me who feels all of it in her body, feels lost, feels frozen, needs help, needs love, and needs to be held through all the non-verbal pain, without question, without conditions. I…

Wolf Pack

PC:Javier Cornejo "For the strength of the pack is the wolf, and the strength of the wolf is the pack." -Rudyard Kipling When I walked down into the woods in 2007, I didn't have a pack. When I walked away from the woods I needed a pack more than I knew. Can I have just…