TOP SHENANIGANS…RAW and UNFILTERED…

It didn’t start with a margarita, but it probably should have. Three and a half years ago, I found myself sitting in the ruins of a life...

And Not All Wars Are Fought Overseas…. When people hear the term PTSD, many immediately think of military combat or war zones. And while veterans absolutely deserve recognition, support, and respect for the battles they carry long after coming home… PTSD does not belong to only one type of trauma. Some of us developed PTSD inside our own homes. Some of us developed it from years of emotional abuse, manipulation, fear, control, intimidation, hypervigilance, trauma, neglect, me

…Because two things can be true at the same time. There’s this weird pressure to package healing into something inspirational. If you’re growing, you’re supposed to be glowing. If you’re blessed, you’re supposed to be constantly smiling. If you have healthy kids, a roof over your head, people who love you, and things to be thankful for… you’re somehow not supposed to admit that you’re also completely drained. But I’m learning gratitude and grief can sit at the same table. I c

She’s not “too sensitive”… she’s carrying years of things she was told to just get over. She’s not dramatic. She’s exhausted. Exhausted from smiling through heartbreak. Exhausted from being the “strong one.”Exhausted from surviving things she should’ve never had to survive in the first place. She’s not bitter because she talks about what happened. She’s just done protecting people who had no problem hurting her. She’s not difficult because she has boundaries now. She’s just t

Easter hit different this year. Not in the soft, pastel, everything-is-beautiful kind of way. More like… everything looks put together, but underneath it feels like it’s quietly unraveling. I’m almost four months post back surgery. I had that moment—you know the one— where you think, okay, I made it. I’m getting my life back. And then I didn’t. One bad physical therapy session. One thing that was supposed to help me heal… didn’t. And ever since, it’s felt like I’ve been slidi

We talk about romantic breakups like they’re the only kind of heartbreak that counts. But the friendship breakup? The one nobody prepares you for? The one you knew was coming but somehow didn’t see at all? Yeah… those hit with the same sting as that middle school boyfriend who said “we’re better off as friends” and then never looked in your direction again. Nobody talks about how a friendship can fall apart without one big, dramatic explosion. Sometimes it’s two people slowly

Not everything feels thankful this year, but grace? Grace is carrying me through. Here’s your reminder to give yourself some too.