Understanding the path forward doesnโt magically clear the debris inside. Knowing what needs to change doesnโt guarantee the feelings will cooperate. But Iโm learning that this in-between space โ the uncomfortable, chaotic, conflicting middle โ is where real growth happens.
The First Time I Thought of Myself as an Adult During group therapy this week something someone shared brought up a memory I had not thought about in decades. I revisited this memory that shaped how I see myself even now. It was the first time I truly felt like an adult. I was stationed…
The story I want Honor and Ink to tell is the process of transforming what can be viewed as mistakes into stories of triumph. (not the bad tattoos. LOL) Not just isolated tattoos, but a body of work that flows togetherโsymbols, memories, and meaning woven into something larger. Each tattoo, like each blog entry, is…
Art has always been more than just decoration โ itโs survival. For centuries, humans have turned to creation as a way to process grief, celebrate life, and carry stories too heavy to speak out loud. Tattoos are no different. They are art etched into skin, therapy carried on the body.