What a mess! Healing is messy AF and wildly unpopular with those who are offended by the idea you have something to heal from. It is bananas.
The Binary World I Grew Up In In my family, things weren’t simply liked or disliked—they were either the best or the worst. No middle ground, no “not for me.”…
Across my closest relationships—mother, sister, husband, children—harm was never something to repair. It wasn’t acknowledged as harm at all, but reframed as my perception, my fault, my failure. Peace was…
In connecting with other survivors of similar dynamics, I’m recognizing a pattern that seems less personal and more structural. In families and systems which rely on scapegoating, it’s apparently simpler…
I continue noticing how this pattern shows up at every scale. We’re taught to admire extreme wealth as proof of virtue — intelligence, discipline, superiority, deservingness. The story goes: They…