Have you ever had Starbucks Door Dashed to your therapy session? No? Neither have I….until last night. Last night, before I left for therapy, I started jokingly yelling at my husband that I NEED MORE CAFFEINE OR ALCOHOL IMMEDIATELY HELP. (The chaotic, sarcastic energy had already begun.) He told me no to alcohol, but yes …
The return “home” was harsher than I hoped. We got home just after my boys were in bed, but not yet asleep. We went in to say hello and goodnight, give them big hugs and all that, but it wasn’t that easy. My 4 year old took it in stride, was happy to see us …
Today we started early in Hollywood studios. The day isn’t over yet and we are on our way to dinner at the Wilderness Lodge, but it’s been a busy day. Throughout this whole trip I’ve been really trying to focus on small moments of true happiness, without the guilt, or sadness or anxiety or any …
The thing about trauma and PTSD is that it can come up unexpectedly and seemingly out of nowhere. I have a pretty significant amount of PTSD and all of that, but still, things frequently take me by surprise about what can be triggering or scary. Last year on Independence Day, my family shot off fireworks …