A note worth reading.

Outgrowing old versions of ourselves.

Stories, ideas, and questions about the lives we build.

Not necessarily the dramatic kind. It’s quieter. A point where you stop being able to convince yourself that everything is fine.

Life after abusive doesn’t always look how we might expect.

One of the strangest parts of being an athlete in the public eye has nothing to do with training or competition or even medals.

Kind of like a hermit crab.

As if happiness is something we earn.

I know that because I'm one of them.