Celebrating 15 Years Drug-Free
15 years ago this August, I was addicted, homeless, had not a dollar to my name, and had hit rock bottom as my mental health and outlook on life had reached an all-time low. At that moment, I felt like…
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Never dull your shine or stop being who you are for anyone at any time.
When I was a little boy, I knew I was different from the other boys I grew up with. I grew up feeling like I fully identified with my masculine and feminine sides, and I was lucky enough to have…
Making Friends After 35
Making friends when you’re over 35 can be challenging. When we were kids, for most of us, finding at least a few people you got along with seemed fairly easy, because we were constantly surrounded by people our own age…
The Gap Between Wanting Something and Doing Something About It
My whole life, I’ve had big dreams. From the time I was a young boy, I dreamed of a life full of adventure, travel, success, and connection. And while dreams don’t always come to fruition exactly as imagined, having the…
Connection and Community
Not long ago, a post of mine went viral. Within hours, my notifications were flooded, and buried among the likes and shares were comments that stopped me in my tracks. “OMG, I haven’t seen you in the longest time.” “Hey…
Fitting In With Myself
Belonging to yourself means more than belonging to anyone else. I remember going back to the house I grew up in, after my life had fallen apart, to spend time away from the mess I’d made of things. In those…
The Door I Left Open
On giving too much of myself, and the boundary I had to learn to set. I’ve been a caretaker for as long as I can remember. Anyone who has known me at any point in my life would tell you…
The View From Here
On stopping, opening up, and what I found when I finally had a moment to figure it out. By Mark Munroe I’m sitting at my desk in Valencia, looking out at the city on a warm, sunny morning, and I…
At Least I Tried
What the wins and losses actually taught me. With the fear included. By Mark Munroe I remember the feeling more than anything else. Not the specific day, not the exact sequence of events that led me there, but the feeling…