It’s easy to complain about problems… even the ones we’re lucky to have. The harder work is training your mind to see them differently.

As scary as it is to walk away from steady income and security, I feel that this is the right choice. Not only that, but trust in myself that I will find a way to make things happen.

Not to blow my own horn, but my therapist said I’m one of the most open, and vulnerable clients they’ve had.

This isn’t the best depression because all of a sudden I like being down, or that it’s any easier than it was before. It’s the best for me this time because I know it’s not who I am. I’m not someone who has depression. I’m someone experiencing depression.

Some weeks test your patience more than others. This one definitely did. Things haven’t gone perfectly, but even the struggles are a privilege — and right now I’m somewhere between not great and deeply grateful.

Typing on this old typewriter just hits different — even with its “vintage” smell and all. This weekly journal is my way of pulling back the curtain on the work I’m pouring my heart into and sharing the process along the way. I’ve been journaling daily for a year now, and it’s become a ritual I genuinely look forward to every single day.