Teaching Chekhov's comedy while my life feels like Shakespeare's tragedy. Seven dimensions of wellness spinning out of orbit, but Charming and I built a Dickens village anyway. Maybe the genre depends on how we react after the conflict—not the broken car, broken plans, or broken sleep.
Mental Health Journey
Like Grains of Sand
Two weeks after being diagnosed with ADHD at 34, I'm learning I interrupt because I'm afraid I'll forget. Charming needs deep conversation; I'm a poor conversationalist. Now I wear a tiny key charm—when I touch it, I imagine locking my lips. Summer's slipping away like sand, and maybe so is he.
The Day This I Finally Got My ADHD Diagnosis at Thirty-Five
After years of restless nights and racing thoughts, a psychologist finally gave me answers. Here's what it means to discover your brain chemistry has a name—and why it explains everything.
Sofia, Elena, and ADHD Testing: What My Nieces Taught Me About Dragons
At my twin nieces' princess party, I watched them choose their favorites—Sofia vs Elena. Hours later, taking psychological tests, I wondered: when did we stop letting princesses slay their own dragons?
The Counselor Who Taught Me That Writing Is My Best Therapy
When Charming and I needed couples counseling, I knew finding the right therapist would be like finding fertile soil. Here's what I learned about growth, vulnerability, and the tools we need to heal.
The Day My Therapist Died and I Lost My Captain: Another Sunset
Dr. Bogin saved my life during my darkest season, and I never got to say goodbye. Here's how a sunset became my way of honoring the man who taught me to think for myself.
The Halloween Photo That Broke My Heart (And What It Taught Me)
I wasn't in my nieces' Halloween photos, and suddenly I saw the truth: I can't use other people's children to fill the void in my own life. Sometimes we need to look up.
When the Scale Says You’re Not Who You Used to Be
At thirty-three, I don't look like the woman in my mind's eye. Here's what my students' prom, a heartbreak playlist, and my azalea bushes taught me about moving on from time itself.
Writer's Growth 