I was unraveling. I put my family through hell. I lost my career. What came next wasn't a pivot. It was a collapse, and then a slow walk in a direction I hadn't chosen. Eventually I chose one: a crisis center.

Thousands of conversations later — with people sitting in suicidal thoughts, in unspeakable grief, in loneliness, in the agony of watching a child fall apart, in financial ruin, in complicated divorce, in caregiving exhaustion, in shame that won't move, in domestic violence, in complex situations with no clean answers — here is what I keep noticing:

Many people were never shown the full range of what's available to them. Not the options. Not the tools. Not the questions. Not the language for what they're actually carrying; I wasn't shown either. I didn't know mental health was a thing you could learn, practice, and use. I was almost 50 before I understood that what I'd been calling 'my life' was actually one angle on it — and that there were others.

There is not one fix. Not one magic cure. There is information to reconsider your options or gather a new perspective. So I built a place for that. 🌺 The Perspective Place.