Why I’m stepping into treatment May 1

Warning: this post references violence.

Ten years ago, during a mental health crisis, I was harmed in a hospital by the people who were supposed to help me. Doctors said the pain would fade with time. It didn’t. Ten years on, I live with PTSD that shapes my life in ways large and small.

It’s time to treat the underlying trauma. On May 1, I’m entering intensive residential treatment.

I don’t make this decision lightly. My life is functional, my kids need me, and my business is growing. Stepping away from all of it, even temporarily, is hard. But I’ve spent a decade managing symptoms – depression, anxiety, the daily weight of it – and I want to go after the root. If that works, the symptoms ease on their own.

I’m grateful to be a small business owner who can make this commitment to herself. Not everyone can, and I don’t take that lightly either.

If you’re someone who knows me: please check in. Connection to real life matters, especially now. I’ll share progress and milestones when I can, though I expect my availability to be limited while I’m in treatment. Email will reach me eventually.

I’ll come back from this. I hope to come back healed.

Thanks for your support.