I read all about how hard trauma recovery is but not once did I read that relearning joy would be part of that journey.

But with perfectionism we become a shell of ourselves. Thankfully, perfectionism provides no safety that acceptance cannot provide.

But kindness, gentleness, and patience knocked at my door ever so persistently. Let me introduce them to you.

The leaves began to fall and so did I. The changing of seasons triggers a cloud, a shadow that follows me around and tints every part of...