Real Life Stories

What I learned from a life of painful varicose veins and the treatment that nearly killed me.

After too many months of too many deadlines and duties, I needed a thorough, quality hangout with myself. So I booked a solo week away and waited for the life-changing epiphanies to strike.

'The people in this chosen family of mine have shown me that I don’t need to worry so much and that I’m enough as I am. They helped raise me, and are—in many ways—my mothers, too.'

Growing up, my mother and I fought constantly, and the older I got, the further we drifted. I always thought we had time to still fix things.

After my husband left, I was left broken and empty—I didn’t want to lose my house, too. Somehow renting my basement to strangers helped me find my way back home.