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You enrolled in Protect Your Peace because you were ready to understand what happened to you. But here's what I keep hearing — even from people who've been through the whole thing: "I still don't know if I'm making this all up. I still question if it was actually that bad. I still don't know if I can trust myself." That doubt is telling you something. That you need more. More detail. More nuance. More proof that what you experienced was real. So I'm hosting Protect Your Peace as a live...

About ten years ago, I was on the phone with my best friend. I was pacing my apartment, rehashing something my parent had said. (again) I could hear how fast I was talking, but I couldn’t slow it down. At one point, she interrupted me. “Morgan,” she said, gently. “Every time we talk, within five minutes, you bring up your parent. Every conversation, you sound exhausted. I don’t think you realize how much space they’re taking up in your life.” I remember freezing. I felt exposed. Defensive....

I'm teaching inside Protect Your Peace. I just explained exactly what your emotionally immature parent is going to do at Christmas. How their mind works. Why they react the way they do. And immediately, someone raises their hand: "Okay but... how do I get them to NOT do that?" I pause. Another person jumps in: "What can I say so they'll finally listen?" Someone else: "What's the script to make them stop?" And I realize I'm watching it happen in real time. I’m watching you forget that you even...

If you have an emotionally immature parent, you've probably come to believe that getting hurt by them is just... inevitable. That their comments will always wreck you. That one interaction means days of replaying. But that’s not true. You can absolutely be around your parent without it taking over your thoughts or your nervous system. Not by becoming a stone cold zombie, but by stopping the one thing that gives their behavior so much power over you in the first place. I want you to be REALLY...

I’m sharing a personal story from my own life today, something I don’t often do. I offer it not for you to carry, but to remind us that therapist and patient, writer and reader, are both human — both shaped by the stories we hold. My hope is that you’ll see yourself reflected here and feel a little less alone. I knew I didn’t want to go that year. My whole body was saying just stay home. But not going felt worse. The guilt, the judgment, the “you’ve changed” comments I could already hear in...

Quick thing before the holiday weekend. Your Emotionally Immature Parent is invested in you looking like the crazy one. Emotionally immature parents, especially the more punishing or slightly “sadistic” ones (and I know that word sounds extreme, but I’m using it in its true clinical meaning), often feel a sense of relief when they can position you as the bad one. This is because EIPs carry overwhelming internal chaos made up of shame, rage, inadequacy, and fear, and they have little to no...

Welcome to the Fall Healing Series. If you’re here, you already know what it’s like to grow up with an emotionally immature parent. To spend years second-guessing yourself. To wonder if maybe you are the problem. You’ve analyzed texts, sent screenshots to friends, even dropped them into ChatGPT—just hoping someone would finally say, “You’re not crazy. This is real.” And maybe, at some point, you tried to tell your parent how their words hurt you. But instead of actually hearing you, they...

You didn’t land here by accident. Some part of you already knows the way you’ve been connecting with your partner isn’t working. Beth knew that feeling too. She grew up in a home where love had strings attached. Her mom’s rage could spark in an instant. To survive, she learned to stay hyper-alert: scanning every detail, over-explaining, keeping one step ahead so she wouldn’t be blindsided. By the time she was married, those same survival strategies were running her relationship. She poured...

I’m sharing a personal story from my own life today, something I don’t often do. I offer it not for you to carry, but to remind us that therapist and patient, writer and reader, are both human — both shaped by the stories we hold. My hope is that you’ll see yourself reflected here and feel a little less alone. Before becoming a therapist and coach, I was you. There’s a particular kind of humiliation that comes from sitting on the edge of a bed at 2 a.m., your partner’s side empty, and...