Category: Selective Mutism

dreaming again

Words have not come easily to me this past year. A rough copy of this post has sat open on my computer for the past few months and, after rewrite upon rewrite, I’m still not sure if I’ve… Read More

stop grieving the “only ifs”

ONE I sat nervously in a closet-sized room across from two school administrators, all too aware that the next hour would determine how I would spend my first year out of college and potentially, shape the course of… Read More

The Truth About Anxiety

I went bungee jumping despite promising my mother I wouldn’t. Although almost regularly experiencing an irrational urge to jump from high places (it’s a real thing – check out “high-place phenomenon”), bungee jumping was never on my bucket… Read More

When Sorry Isn’t Enough

Dear friend,   I’m sorry… but sorry isn’t enough. This isn’t the first time this has happened…and even though I’d like to deny it, it probably won’t be the last. I didn’t show up.

It’s Not About You

I sat on a small, wet, creaky swing, looking into the abyss. Okay, maybe not the abyss, but a dark black hole…the hole of a camera lens, that is. I couldn’t believe I was actually doing it—I was… Read More

A Love Letter from Me to You: 5 Reasons Why You Should Share Your Story

Despite suffering from social anxiety and Selective Mutism the majority of my life, I appeared much the typical child to everyone except my family, coaches, and teachers, who saw my struggle firsthand. Ashamed of my friendless existence and… Read More

Goodbye Darkness, My Old Friend (and why you, Dear Reader, should stay)

To those who feel unseen and unheard…to those who talk without speaking…to those who feel as if their presence is inconsequential:    Don’t believe the lies you have been told. Believe Truth. Believe this: each of us was… Read More

When You Don’t Know How to Live in the Present

PART I: Waiting I’m different. I’ve always been different. The whispers started at a young age: “What’s wrong with her?” “Why doesn’t she talk?”

Are You Living A Lie?

I’m very self-aware. People tell me this all the time (so much so that this statement has lost some of its power). And it’s great—I know who I am and why I am that way. However, lately I’ve… Read More

Learning To Fail

There has been an intense battle raging within me for the past two weeks. Intense. I have felt worthless. Expendable. Invisible. The list of feelings goes on and on, but you get the idea. Not good. I have… Read More