Sometimes, after posting something, after sharing one truth or another about my experience of being human, I am left with a tinge of doubt or as Brené Brown would call it, a vulnerability hangover. That feeling of wondering if I shared more than I should have or wanted, or whether my words are out of touch for this moment, this context. I wonder. This morning as I encountered Trump's words on my phone and the ensuing rage and grief and calls to action across a number of acco

When I started therapy 4 years ago, it marked the end of a period of time when I was posting on social media more. As I do with most ideas that sprout in my brain, I was taking that seriously, learning the ropes of 'content creation,' excited about sharing ideas and facts about subjects I care about, at that time being psychedelics, knowing that the community I came from knew little about it, just as I did and seeing how life changing they could be and definitely motivated by

Acrylic and oil on canvas 135 x 168 cm I want to tell you about this artwork but first, context. //// Let me take you back to last...

The Man Enough podcast. I've been going on about this ever since it started. But this episode just played right into the core of my...