It usually starts out looking… normal. Like a productivity hack. A small edge. Something to help you keep up with the calendar that keeps multiplying and the inbox that never empties. High pressure corporate roles have a funny way of making unhealthy things feel...
If you live in Santa Monica or anywhere on the Westside, you already know the vibe here is kind of split in two. There’s the daytime version. Work, traffic, school pickup, gym, errands, meetings that could have been emails. And then there’s the evening version....
If you have lived with chronic trauma for a while, you probably know this weird disconnect. You can understand what happened. You can talk about it. You can even be the person who has done years of therapy and read the books and can explain your triggers pretty...
College in West LA can feel like two lives at once. One life is filled with lectures, labs, deadlines, internships, and the constant low hum of trying to keep up. The other life consists of parties, apartments, dorms, Greek life, concerts, game days, dating, and that...
Trauma and addiction have this weird way of teaming up. Not always in obvious, movie-style ways either. Sometimes it is a big event you can point to. Sometimes it is a long stretch of smaller stuff. Neglect. Chaos. A house where you always had to read the room. A...
