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Abuse doesn’t always leave bruises.Sometimes it hides behind apologies, inside jokes, or “that’s just how they are.” It can be quiet, subtle, and hard to name — especially when the world tells you to look for black eyes instead of broken confidence. The truth is, abuse wears many faces.It ’s not just physical. It’s emotional, spiritual, sexual, financial, and psychological. It’s control disguised as care, cruelty dressed up as love. Today, I want to talk about the forms of ab

Healing doesn’t happen on a schedule.There isn’t a finish line or a single “aha” moment when the pain packs its bags and disappears. More often, it’s a series of quiet, ordinary days that slowly begin to look and feel like peace. Some days you’ll feel strong, unstoppable even. You’ll wake up lighter, speak your truth with confidence, and believe—really believe—that the worst parts are behind you.And then, out of nowhere, a smell, a sound, or a tone of voice can pull you right

Brianna is a single mom of two—her daughter is seventeen, her son eleven. She left her abuser, her ex-husband, soon after their son was born. Their relationship began when she was just sixteen and he was twenty-three. “ Sixteen and twenty-three is a huge difference when you’re in high school. But I thought I was just so mature… turns out he was just a bum and nobody his age wanted him. ” Her parents disapproved from the start.“My dad hated him. From the gate. My mom had alrea

I start every interview the same, asking them to tell me about who they are as a person outside of the abuse. April laughs uncomfortably...

When I first spoke with  Mary , she was ready to bare it all. Names, places, dates — nothing held back. But as is often the case with...

Katie is a 30-year-old single mom who made the brave decision to leave her abuser one year ago. When we connected on Zoom, she bounced...

Usually, I’m the one asking the questions. Today, I’m also answering them. I believe it’s only fair that if I’m asking others to share...

Abuse doesn’t always look the way we were taught to see it. Movies and headlines show us bruises, broken bones, or police reports. And...

I am officially divorced. A “divorceé” if you will. It sounds fancy. French maybe. Like a debutante. Ready for the ball. The official...

My girlfriend is toxic. I know- that’s shocking to hear. I only ever talk about how much I love her. How amazing she is at making every...

Summer has loosened its grip on us. It’s hot. Hotter in the sun. But, the breeze is cool this evening and the clouds give enough shade...

I do not love that man. That man is weak and a coward. He is both ineffectual and lacking empathy. A flawed character, for sure. I do not...

I recently attended a sound bath and meditative session with Reiki. Honestly, I wasn’t sure what to expect. The instructions said to...

Theres's a line about fences in a Miranda Lambert song, "Yeah, I could love a picket fence if it wrapped around the world." I think about...

I don’t currently have a tripod. These panoramic photos were taken on my iPhone at the local soccer fields, stitched together by my...

This week's photo assignment was to take "abstract" photos. I took my photos of natural objects we have at home. Zoomed in. Adjusted the...

Mom, do you see that?          See what honey?          There, across the road…            It’s 8 am and the late bell rings at 8:10. If...

Ice cream after a sweaty trip to the park. The days are longer now. The air is thick with humidity. Everything feels heavy... But, it's...

Creekside, Gahanna OH What's your favorite season? It's the perfect ice breaker or surface level "get-to-know-you" type question....

“Backpack. Backpack.”, Dora the Explorer sings, beckoning her trusted helper. The receptionist warned her before they sat down that...