My Deepest Wound Is My Greatest Superpower...

Updated: May 13, 2019

Seriously, where would we be without LC?! FUCK i love him so hard.

My earliest memory is of standing in my crib screaming in that full power way that only toddlers can scream, lungs on fire, hot tears streaming down my face, feeling the utter destruction of heartbreak. I remember my mom had just left. She turned off the lights and slammed the door on her way out. She was furious with me, and she was leaving me to scream alone (I was preverbal, mind you) as punishment. I remember knowing she was just on the other side of the door, cruelly, perhaps sadistically, ignoring me. In that moment, I learned what would come to be my most fundamental belief about myself for a very, very long time: I am not allowed to be here. Over the years, that belief has gone through many permutations, including “I’m unloveable,” “I’m not allowed to have needs,” “I’m unworthy,” & “I don’t deserve to exist.” Flipping that coin has been deep, challenging, painful, & profoundly rewarding work—but more on that later.

I grew up with a mother who was