After a long hiatus from recording, I had a journal entry I felt compelled to share. Why? I don’t even know.

Talking about painful topics,learning how to be a friend when you’ve been the worst possible friend, and finding her own empathy in the midst of pain. Hope tastes like Oreos.

On depression, in-patient therapy, unconditional love, and Hello Fresh litter.

Where do you balance what you have done to hurt your partner vs. the wounds she brought in. Does it matter? Or is our duty to love someone unconditionally as a hypothetical god would do?

Discussion of anti-racism devolves into shame for having neglected my family.

Stories we tell ourselves, and what individual therapists can learn from couples counselors.

Are you a leader or follower? Most of us are a little of both.

A peaceful morning reflecting on peace, meta, I know.

When are you most spontaneous? I discuss vacation planning, date nights, and when it listen back I start to think: “am I really a control freak?”

My first journal entry was pretty raw and unfiltered and I apologize for the disturbing images it might evoke. Further entries will be tamer. Maybe.