There is tremendous power in telling your story and letting go of the shame of sexual abuse.Read More
To the survivors of sexual abuse, and their loved ones, know you are not alone, this is something that will be part of you, but it in no way needs to define you.Read More
Learning how to mend a broken heart in the midst of grief and aftermath of suicide.Read More
Shaun's suicide was devastating and heartbreaking beyond measure. It caused a pain that until you have experienced it, you cannot fully understand how hard it is to face the never-ending grief that comes from losing someone by their own choice.Read More
Throughout history, mental illness has been romanticized as much as it has been vilified, with every great intellectual seemingly blessed and cursed by a biochemical imbalance.Read More
My brain has been going 90 miles per hour since the minute I took my first breath. It is a cluttered, jumbled mess of thoughts, worries, and to-do lists that I have been trying to de-clutter and unravel tirelessly throughout the years.Read More
By the time he was two months old, all I could hear were his screams. They coated the insides of my ears and echoed in my brain during any unaccustomed silences. His screams.Read More
“You still kind of suck.” The words rang loudly in my head as I stared at my petite body in the H&M dressing room mirror.Read More
For years of my life, I struggled with a debilitating eating disorder that took so much away from me and my loved ones. Thankfully, I found healing from this mental illness and learned how to develop a more peaceful relationship with both food and my body.Read More
So if you're looking to feel a bit more organized, without spending your evenings cursing your lack of artistic skills, here are 4 of my favorite free printables. File, print, and ahhhh.Read More
September 19th is the day my heart breaks. September 19th is the day my heart is made whole again.Read More
I remember daddy’s beard - prickly, red - brushing up against my cheek as we kissed goodnight. I remember running into his strong arms when he picked me up from school. He lifted me up so high.Read More
I don't know how many layers we have. How deep the soul goes and how many times we can fall apart and get back up and re-invent. But I think I might keep trying to push it. To explore and shed skins and try again.Read More
From one of the best days of my life came the deepest, darkest depression that ripped me apart layer by layer.Read More
I was living in a town that was fairly new to me and my closest friends were scattered all across the country. Because “tribe” is not something you can add to a baby registry, there would be no random food deliveries or demanded showers. I was still on the outside looking into motherhood and I didn’t get it, but I knew I didn’t get it. And I was worried.Read More
Some days, I’m grateful for the privilege of a full-time job with set hours and sick time. Some days, I deal with the coffee maker at work and consider taking a lighter to my diplomas. It’s hard.Read More
In 2012 I took the leap, and moved from California to Costa Rica. Yet living in this paradise on earth, I have been forced time and again to face the fact that we live in an imperfect world, and to find ways to come to terms with this in order to live a more sanguine life.Read More
Exploring the unknown isn’t new. Many people before us have dipped their toes (or full-on cannon-balled) into waters outside their comfort zone. But the beauty of exploration is that it doesn’t have to be undiscovered territory. Everything is new if you haven’t experienced it beforeRead More
Hi. My name is Melissa, and I am a survivor of rape.
Hi again. My name is Melissa, and I am a survivor of a suicide attempt.
Hi. Still me. Still Melissa. And I am a survivor of postpartum depression.
Now, maybe you hear that and think I've been dealt a crap hand in life, but I'd argue just the opposite. I live a damn good, love-filled life, and through those experiences I've learned exactly who I am.