
Finding My Way Back Home
Eight years had passed by the time I realized the true impact of my sexual assault. It was during a visit to my massage therapist, who had been treating me for over 10 years. Following my appointment, I opened the door to find her waiting for me. She asked for a moment of my time.

My Five Stages of Grief
It took me five years to recognize that I was grieving. They say when you leave an abusive relationship, you follow a trajectory similar to that of Kubler-Ross's five stages of grief: denial, anger, bargaining, depression, and hopefully, acceptance.

Talking About Suicide
While the world is gradually coming to terms with the importance of mental health, there still remains a grave misunderstanding around suicide.

Where Have I Been?
When initially diagnosed with clinical depression and generalized anxiety disorder, I dove head first into advocating for mental health and mental illness.