How My Healing Journey Began
The month of March has become a reformative one for me. It was 40 years ago, in March of 1986, that my healing journey began. It started with a moment I couldn’t shake.
I Think I’ve Been Hibernating
After weeks of staying close to home, I realized something: I think I’ve been hibernating. A reflection on winter, recovery milestones, and the quiet seasons that sometimes precede change.
The Boundary I Couldn’t Hold Before
I used to lose myself in one particular relationship. This weekend, I didn’t. What changed wasn’t the other person. It was my ability to hold a boundary without explaining it.
Why Man Enough to Heal Matters to Me
Why this panel conversation matters to me, what men often carry in silence, and what becomes possible when honesty is met with safety and structure.
Before I Knew I Needed Freedom
A meme of a U-Haul hauling U-Hauls sent me back to my early twenties, driving across Southern Alberta. What I didn’t realize then was that this job quietly planted my lifelong need for freedom.
Addiction Wasn’t My Original Problem
Addiction was not my original problem, it was my first attempt at relief. A reflection on childhood trauma, early addictions and why so many coping strategies start as survival before they become suffering.