The Stories We Tell Ourselves I remember the days after my son died. I felt numb and heartbroken all at once. What surprised me most was how certain I was that everyone could see my grief. I carried it so heavily that I believed it was visible to everyone around me. When I walked my dog in the morning, I was convinced people looked at me and knew. There goes the mother who lost her child. I carried that thought everywhere. I hated it. It made me feel worse. It made my grief h

Question your patterns of thought… As we walk through life and experience different challenges, relationships, and losses, we develop patterns. Some are taught to us by our families, and others we create ourselves as a way to cope, survive, and protect who we are. My family taught me both healthy and unhealthy patterns, and I’m sure that’s true for most people. What matters isn’t whether the patterns exist — it’s whether we’re willing to recognize them. Are your patterns help

I didn’t want a new version of myself, but that’s exactly what happened. You can’t go through trauma and return to your old self. I felt like the universe was pushing me — sometimes it felt more like a shove. The new me was emerging whether I liked it or not. What really helped was reflecting on my past experiences. Looking back at everything I had already lived through, and how each experience changed me, made it easier to surrender to this shift. What I knew for certain was

“Great Leaders aren’t born, they’re made.” ~ Tony Robbins Death and dying….. I’m asked often about my perspective on grief and I get a...

Grief; what it’s like to loose someone you love and the grief you may face. Grief is an emotion everyone will feel in life. It may be...