Secrets. Secrets have been dangerous things in my life and at the same time I have been an incredibly safe confidence keeper. If someone says don't say a word not even the threat of torture was going to pry that from my soul, and that is all good and well with my close friends and clients, but there were secrets that kept me really sick. Secrets that ate at my soul. Secrets that should have never been secrets at all because for some misguided reason events and feelings got la

I was physically shaking. I could hardly breathe. My vision was blurred. I felt consumed and as though I was drunk with alcohol. Funny thing was I hadn’t had a drink in years. I only ever used to have a few drinks for social reasons, I have never had an alcohol problem. I was lying in bed and the room was spinning and I could not stop shaking. I tried to cry, I didn’t know what was happening. No tears would come out. My breathing shallowed. I thought I was going to pass out.

What does it mean to be a scapegoat? I mean most of us get the term. That's the person we point the finger at when stuff goes bad, that's who is going to take the fall, that is who is going to hold the blame, be the bringer of trouble and the source of all your worries and woes. Lay it at their feet and you walk away scot free. If you grew up the scapegoat you learn to eat pain, shame and blame- trust me it leaves little room for ice cream after dinner. So, why do it? Who wou

My daughter drew her first and last breaths on November 12, 2007. Up and through the 32 weeks and 2 hours of her life I went through almost every human emotion and numerous physical traumas that included a 12 week stay in the hospital all culminating with acute kidney failure and the emergency delivery of my little girl. She would die in my arms as I struggled to stay awake after surgery and do one last thing for her. I could re-tell her story here, but that isn't the point o

"Just let it go." Probably the phrase I beat myself up with most throughout the years or would cut people off with before they could respond because the truth was I hate those four words. I never understood how it was an expression of comfort! If I could just let go of anything I certainly wouldn't have walked around worrying about if I said the right thing to the person I was with, being pissed off at the guy who cut me off, worried that the work I did wasn't quite as good a