A little love letter to my homegirls 💌In this episode, I talk about the ways my friends have shown me love, how my friendships are already giving me so much of the love I am looking for, and how much I have learned about love through them! Friendship is NOT always easy, and it takes effort, honesty, and a willingness to work through the hard stuff. But its soooooo worth it.Just a reminder that some of the greatest loves of our lives might already be here.

I love my mom, but I can also admit that being her daughter has hurt me deeply.

In this episode of Trying in Public, I am talking about the complicated reality of loving a parent while also having to heal from parts of your childhood. I get into my mother wound, growing up too fast, the ways our parents’ pain can become our own, and what it looks like to stop organizing your life around things that happened years ago.

This is not about blaming my mom or reducing our relationship to the hardest moments. It is about making room for two things to be true at once: I can understand her, love her, and have compassion for everything that she has been through, while still being honest about what it did to me.

At some point, understanding where it came from just is not enough. You have to decide what you are going to do with it.

For me, healing isn’t about changing the past. It is about finally deciding what you want to carry forward and doing what makes sense for you.

Recovery is weird because getting sober was only the beginning. Then came the part where I actually had to meet find again.

In this episode, we are getting into what recovery has really looked like for me: the good, the bad, the ugly, and, of course, the funny. The rebuilding. The uncomfortable realizations. Learning how to exist without constantly trying to escape myself. Figuring out who I am outside of survival mode and slowly finding my way back home to me!

Recovery definitely has not been this linear journey where everything suddenly made sense. It’s been messy, hilarious, painful, freeing, and sometimes deeply uncomfortable. But somewhere in all of that, I started recognizing myself again. Challenging, but beautiful! This is what trying looks like in recovery.