When I was a little girl at about the age of four years old in 1982, I was kidnapped by local outlaws, that included members of the occult, gang and club members, the mob, and school district staff, and drug up into a child human labor and sex trafficking ring against my will. I have been an eyewitness to true horror, crime, and war since that time, with government, police, and military officials even becoming involved. I have seen the unimaginable. Flashing back, I believe that I was a child POW, and have memories of spending time on military bases without my family's knowledge. I was also being flown across state lines and overseas, all trips that I was being forced to make that violated my personal civil rights, liberties, and freedoms. I used to be so full of fear that I didn't know how to communicate with anyone about what was happening to me with local community members, who also had children that were classmates of mine or my siblings. I found hope and purpose in the pain.

When my spouse died by suicide, my entire world shattered. The grief wasn't just sadness, it was a complete dismantling of who I was. I became a single parent overnight while drowning in my own pain. I felt so alone. People didn't know what to say, so they said nothing. Or worse, they said things that hurt. I was navigating finances, legal matters, and my children's wellbeing while barely holding myself together. The guilt, the anger, the confusion—it felt too heavy. Now, several years into this journey, I've learned to carry my grief alongside my life. I've found meaning in supporting others walking this devastating path. I know the loneliness of a grief others don't understand. I offer a compassionate, judgment-free space where you can be honest about all of it—the anger, guilt, relief, love, confusion. I won't rush your grief or tell you how you "should" feel. I'll just be here, reminding you that you're not alone and that healing is possible.

In the digital world , bonds form quickly over the Internet. No matter the circumstances surrounding the connection, feelings are still feelings. Our feelings get hurt for any number of reasons, but when the connection begins to feel too strong or feels a little unusual, the connection can become overwhelming. Have you ever been catfished? Have you been scammed by someone impersonating someone else or been suddenly let down by expectations you didn't even realize you had? I was misled in a romantic scam, formed unrealistic bonds with people I never intended to meet in person, and felt intensely connected to the idea of someone who was just a fantasy. I've helped friends pull back from the edge of diving too deeply in an unhealthy digital relationship and helped them reassess and redirect that abundant energy flooding in. I learned to check my own developing emotions and spot red flags. Para social relationships are a consequence of the digital world. Let's talk about it together.

GenXers have reached that moment—gulp—the so-called ‘midlife’ years, complete with the dreaded menopause. Ugh! A lot of us hit these years fully unprepared for what was coming. We heard about the hot flashes, but even that wasn't named correctly to explain the actual misfiring of your temperature regulation. It feels like an electrical short in a lamp wire, sending sparks flying, causing temps to both jump but also to instantly plummet, only to rebound within seconds. The (very, very, VERY) dry symptoms to the haywire emotions & mood swings, it's all extraordinarily confusing, especially for us feral, completely self-reliant GenXers, who weren't at all prepared for this transition. We mostly raised ourselves & our parents certainly weren't talking about Menopause at the dinner table, or to us at all, leaving us guessing what we were in for. We can talk about how to manage the changes & challenges of midlife, especially with a lack of prior knowledge or understanding of options for symptom management.

My parents would tell me I needed to be a doctor, or a lawyer or something of high profile in order to be valid and successful. Along these same lines, having been parentified as a child, I lost myself in expectations & demands that were placed onto me. Much later in life, after I had expressed my joy and hope for pursuing 'me', my father admitted that he never wanted that for me, but instead to simply 'fall in line and be like everyone else'. To say this was a shock to my spirit would be an understatement; but I never looked back - I simply knew what was within me was far greater than what was yet born into the world. Although it hasn't been easy, I am so happy to have committed to forging my own path and rediscovering my own personal essence; I've witnessed quite the miraculous along my path, and it is in having progressed through my own lived experiences that I will confidently profess: So Can You, my friend!

When I moved from India to Vancouver, BC, there were moments when the quiet felt too loud—when the absence of familiar faces, languages, and places settled into my bones. I missed home in ways I couldn’t explain. Even surrounded by people, I felt alone. The smell of food, the sound of a song, or a festival passing by without loved ones would trigger waves of homesickness. I realized I wasn’t just missing a place—I was missing connection, belonging, and pieces of myself. Slowly, I began finding new ways to anchor—rituals that reminded me of home, small routines that made the unfamiliar feel safe. You don’t have to silence your longing to move forward. There’s space for both healing and holding on.

I'm a small-town Colorado librarian, single mom, and suicide loss survivor who's navigated my own share of toxic relationships and narcissistic abuse. I have C-PTSD, and part of that comes from abuse dynamics that took me way too long to recognize and even longer to escape. I know what it's like to question your own reality. To wonder if you're the crazy one. To feel like you're losing your mind while everyone else thinks your abuser is charming. To finally leave and then struggle with the guilt, the trauma bonds, the fear of being "too damaged" now. I'm not a therapist. I'm someone who's been through it, done the work, and come out the other side still standing. I know the difference between what helps and what's just more gaslighting disguised as self-help. If you're recovering from narcissistic abuse - whether you just left, left years ago, or are still trying to figure out if what you experienced was "bad enough" - I'm here for the real talk without the toxic positivity.

For the ones who packed up for a fresh start but didn’t realize how lonely it would feel. Moving to a new town or city means figuring out more than just your address—you’re rebuilding your circle, your support system, and your sense of belonging from scratch. Adult friendships don’t just fall into your lap, and the isolation can feel heavier than the boxes you unpacked. Do you feel like you want to connect but don’t know how to find your people? If you’re struggling with loneliness, unsure of what resources are available, or simply exhausted from trying to break into existing circles, let’s talk. Maybe you just need to share how isolating this new chapter feels, or maybe you want to brainstorm real ways to build friendships and find community that actually fit who you are. I’ve been through it too—relocating, working remotely, and realizing how tough it is to meet people when the usual paths to connection just aren’t there.

I understand the unique challenges and experiences of sex workers because I’ve lived them myself. From navigating safety, boundaries, and workplace dynamics to managing stigma and personal growth, I’ve experienced it all and come through stronger. I offer a safe, non-judgmental space to talk about your experiences, share guidance, and provide support tailored to your needs. Whether you’re looking for advice, emotional support, or someone who truly understands the realities of the work, I’m here to help you feel heard, empowered, and confident in your choices.

There was a time when Instagram and Facebook drained me. Every scroll showed friends getting promoted, traveling the world, hitting milestones. I began comparing—questioning where I stood. The joy in their lives made mine feel small. Food videos didn’t help either—I’d crave more, eat more, and feel worse. One day, I paused and asked, why am I letting a screen make me feel this way? That moment sparked a shift. I muted accounts that triggered comparison and followed pages that brought peace—dogs, babies, simple joys. Slowly, my feed became a source of calm instead of chaos. Those small changes helped me breathe easier. I learned that managing digital overwhelm starts with choosing what we allow in. I began to feel lighter. The comparison faded. Joy returned. My feed stopped draining me and started healing me.

I walk alongside those navigating the many layers of grief. Losing someone or something dear changes everything—it shifts how we see ourselves, others, and the world around us. Through my own lived experience, I know grief is not something to "get over." It’s something we learn to carry, honor, and move with at our own pace. Some days it’s heavy, some days it’s quiet, and all of it is valid. In our time together, I offer: A compassionate ear from someone who gets it. Gentle reminders that your grief is unique and worthy of space Support in finding hope, meaning, and resilience while honoring your loss If you’re feeling alone in your grief, know that you don’t have to walk through it by yourself. I’m here to hold space for your story, your pain, and your healing. 💫 ---

I’ve lived the challenges of navigating social services myself, including fighting for my daughter’s well-being through the child welfare system. These experiences have given me a firsthand understanding of the stress, confusion, and heartache families can face, and the determination it takes to advocate effectively. I’ve worked on real cases, providing guidance, support, and practical strategies to help families navigate complex systems and access the resources they need. My approach is rooted in empathy, patience, and a non-judgmental perspective — I’m here to listen, empower, and walk alongside you through even the toughest situations.

I've often felt like an outsider in social settings. I’d overthink every word I said, replay conversations later, and wonder if I came off as “too quiet,” “too intense,” or just... off. Parties drained me. Small talk felt like a performance. I used to beat myself up for not being more "normal" in groups. But slowly, I started to understand that awkward doesn’t mean unworthy. I began leaning into my natural rhythm—deep, thoughtful, intentional—and started forming fewer, but truer, connections.

Hey there, My name is Hollie and I'm a recovering addict. Let me tell you it's truly not an easy road to go down, and if I told you that I didn't still struggle every single day, that would be a lie. I faced addiction after becoming a widow and I didn't want to sleep because of the nightmares. So I started using meth. I wound up married to a dealer, learned a lot of hard lessons the hard way. I'm familiar with navigating the court system, the jail system. I tell you all this so you know that I am THE LAST person to judge you, no matter your past. But I also do know that if I can recover, you can recover and life is so much better on the other side of using. Please book a session with me today, I'd love to talk to you about your cravings, relapsing, mental health. All of it.

I had my son at age 23, divorced my son's narcissistic father at 26, and successfully raised an entire good man to independent adulthood as a single mom with no family support network. If you struggle with parenting in general or single parenting specifically, allow me to support you on your journey.

I use to jump to so many different jobs, things never felt right or I couldn't seem to get along with anyone there. I would end up losing jobs too because where I couldn't stop using. When I finally got clean I found this job that I've finally feel like I belong there. I use work as my distraction I would pick up whatever hours they let me on top whatever I could and push myself till I couldn't. They really had to push self care on me. But I work from home and I love it, it was hard getting started but I've learned whys to adjust to where I feel more comfortable now.