Apparently, I Have Thoughts.

Turns out, writing two books didn't get them all out.

I have a bad habit of saying the quiet part out loud.

About addiction. Motherhood. Trauma. Healing. The shit nobody warns you about after you survive the shit everybody warned you about.

Sometimes it'll be serious. Sometimes it'll be completely unhinged. Probably both.

Apparently, I have thoughts. And now I'm emailing them.