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I Am Complicated

I am neglected. I’m the product of parents who didn’t know how to fulfill my emotional needs. I alternate between believing both that “my parents gave me everything; I had a happy childhood; I don’t have any reason to be this messed up,” and “my parents emotionally...

Ask The Band: Mad, Mad, Angry Son…

I posted a while ago anonymously about my oldest son. He is truly in a bad, bad place.  He’s a very angry child. We sought help from his therapist and psychiatrist.  Finally, after weeks and weeks of fighting, we got somewhere. He was diagnosed with co-morbid bipolar...

Sometimes, It Hurts More Than It Should

I’m lonely. I’m really lonely. Yet I’m married, have four amazing kids and a dog. Yet, I am so lonely that it sometimes feels like my chest will explode. I used to have friends.  I used to be the life of the party.  I was always the one that did the crazy stunts or...