I'm sitting at Fort Monroe Beach, having just captured a dolphin leaping from the Chesapeake Bay, when the most profound realization hit me. For the first time in almost two years, I'm alone—and I'm discovering that having Tony and Calista in my life is probably one of the biggest reasons I don't sink into depression anymore. It's not their emotional support, though that matters. It's simpler: I never stop doing things. There's always purpose driving my days forward. This revelation, witnessed by dolphins, led me to see how limitations become tools for freedom—in Jack's wheelchair, in my bipolar brain, and in the deep waters that aren't barriers but home.
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Finding Power in the Pen: When You Can’t Call Mom for Approval Anymore
When I lost my mother's daily approval after calling off my wedding, I had to learn to be proud of myself for the first time. Here's how losing her smile of pride forced me to find my own voice—and write authentically even when my hands felt tied.
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.
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