Are you a COPMI child too? Some of this may feel familiar. I’m not a big fan of labels. Especially when it comes to something as layered as growing up with a mentally ill parent. Labels can easily reduce complex human experiences to a single term and suddenly it feels as if that word defines everything about you. T hey also tend to create identities that are more limiting than helpful and keep you stuck in the condition they describe, like a small cage where you remain trappe

A personal reflection on caregiver burnout—and the deeper existential toll of caring for an elderly loved one. I have so many dreams. So many that I often don't know where to start. I have too many dreams to live in one lifetime—songwriting, animal communication, tiny house living, ski holidays, a Joe Dispenza advanced retreat, other healing retreats, knitting, pottery, volunteering at an animal rescue, lots of massages, and so many more. But lately, it feels like I’m living

A personal reflection on exhaustion, silence, and stepping away. Lately, I’m caught in a space with no clear edges—a nowhere land. I feel small in an overwhelmingly noisy world, and right now, I’m in the middle of the zone of not knowing. Not knowing what to do. Not knowing where to go with my life. The big book campaign—9,340 emails and months of hope—brought not one sale. Only deafening silence, and an emptiness that reached both my heart and my bank account. Turns out,