I’ve been thinking a lot about how long I’ve been in therapy, and I recently realized it’s been about 10 (maybe even 11 years.) From the first moment to a very recent session, I strived to be fixed. And for one reason or another, I felt that I was never good enough. It was a deep seated belief that I just needed to fix myself-- if it wasn't my body, it was the way I navigated the world or it would be the way I spoke or the way I learned. And there has always been this consta

I like to think of myself as part wanderer, part creator, and part storyteller.