“Wow, you really hate yourself…well…maybe you don’t hate yourself, but you sure talk to yourself like you do”.

And *bam* those were the words that my husband spoke to me that knocked me on my a**. 

I had worked so hard to cultivate emotional regulation skills, which meant listening to my body and caring for my needs as they arose. If I was burnt out, I’d let myself rest, set boundaries and communicate my needs. If I was worked up, I'd make sure I had time to exert some energy or find a trusted fri…

I don't do too much in the way of deeply personal shares online anymore, but given that I actively advocate for emotional expression and vulnerability, it seems like the appropriate thing to do. It does get a whole lot scarier the more I put myself out there as a professional though. How strange that I should still equate professionalism with lack of emotion....especially considering that I run a business focused on emotions. Even “professionals” doubt themselves at times and have human feelings…

Have you ever seen that diagram of what to do in the case of being in the ocean when a big wave hits? You’re supposed to dive deep in order to keep yourself from getting tossed around by the wave, filling your lungs with water and leaving you disoriented and unable to find your way back to the surface. I feel this way about big emotional waves.

I’ve spent a considerable amount of time over the past several years learning to navigate the waves of emotions that used to take me under and leave me …