Part One. If you've been listening, you've heard about my neurotic, emotionally-averse Mom. I've been staying with her for the past 3 months and - for the first time in 20 years - we've been spending time together without tearing each others heads off. HOW? Yeah, Fuckers, I wonder, too.

Some of our newfound relatability has to do with my Trauma recovery, which has bled into her own mental health discoveries. For the first time, we can talk about our family history and mutual struggles with anxiety. Today, I'm broadcasting a wine-fueled conversation with my mom about both.