I decided to spend the last year of the 20th century writing a journal where I pondered the moon. And dreams of getting it published.

I was committed to suffering. It hurt too much to do anything else. But journaling changed my life.

I used to beat myself up. If I messed up, I'd call myself names. I'd have deep regrets for things I didn't do. That changed with a question.

Gaslighting is a form of psychological abuse where someone is made to question their own sanity or perception. It can explain some behaviors

I struggled for years following meditation rules, trying to do it right so as to reap the benefit others found. But I feared inner monsters.

I didn’t have adults around me who took the time to fully listen when I spoke. To this day, I'm sensitive to someone who's half there.