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A Wave of Relief After Her Passing
I couldn't even mutter the words. How did she get inside my head? What did I say that gave away my secrets? I burst into tears because I knew what was coming. I've thought those words. I covered my face, ashamed that breaking down revealed what I had thought many...
How to Return to a Place of Trauma When the Place May be Your Job
My role in education has been deeply rooted in my self-worth for as long as I can remember. When my parents divorced, I was very young, and that was the beginning of the seeds sprouting into a false sense of value. As my world changed around me, I looked to my...
The Apology You’ll Never Get
Sometimes your inner pain feels never-ending like there’s no way out of it. Something triggers you to relive a time you don’t want to revisit. Thoughts consume you. Feelings take over, leaving you raw with emotions once again. You might be holding onto resentments...
Tackling Resentments Before They Turn Into Regrets
When you were born, you came into this world pure and beautiful. Your family welcomed you and brought you home to teach you how to navigate life. Those lessons were infused with everything that your family learned in their lives and thought you needed to know, too....
It’s Time to Let go of My Regret: I Didn’t Get to Tell Her That I Forgive Her
It was the morning of November 5, 2021. My first day back to school after a stressful and long quarantine period for myself. On this Friday, my husband was in charge of the at-home virtual schooling of our still-quarantined children while I returned to school to...
How I Knew I Hit Rock Bottom and What I Did About It
It was a Friday morning, late winter in 2018. After another emotional meltdown while I was at my job, I had enough and called off for the day. I needed a break. In all honesty, I needed more than just an extended weekend because I knew that I was at rock bottom. I was...
Stories of the Girl Who Couldn’t See It for Herself
Age 9. School. I sit in my 3rd grade classroom, front row, close to the door. My head is curled up in my arms as I hide my crying face from everything that surrounds me. Peers next to me ignore me, paying more attention to the teacher presenting her lesson in front of...
Pen Pal Letters Between Generations of Me
Dear Teenage Jess, It feels good to connect with you after all of these years, and boy did time fly! By now, you have discovered how much you love to draw and sing, and both the art room and the stage have become a second home for you. These two loves - art and music...
5 Lessons I Learned From Reading My Mother’s Diary
Photo by Karolina Grabowska on Pexels.com I never expected to page through my mom's diaries one day. To be honest, I didn't know how much she wrote about her life until my sister found several scripted treasures when we sorted through mom's home, looking for things...
Who am I Behind the Pain?
At birth, we enter into this world pure and beautiful, handled with care by the medical team, and then embraced by our parents' welcoming arms. Unconditional love reached into our souls long before our physical selves saw the first light of our new physical world....
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