Six years ago, I shared something that changed everything.
I was freshly self-employed, flitting through my days without a care in the world... if you don't count panic attacks, sleepless nights, weeks of intense loneliness or the constant feeling that everyone had their sh*t together except for me.
It all reached a tipping point when I had to call my bank to explain why I needed a line of credit for my business.
I sat there for hours, flipping the phone in my hands, as sweat dripped from my armpits. Something that came so easily to other people was intensely stressful for me.
I eventually made the call and later that evening I wrote about my experience and posted it on my personal blog under the title "Fear Confession."
I never expected people to write back, sharing that they had the same fear. It was powerful.
I started inviting others to write their own Fear Confessions and it's grown into a community of people having honest conversations about fear.
In Kindergarten, Krystle's teachers noticed a blossoming artistic talent when her Play-Doh sculptures stood out among a sea of deformed blobs.
She's pursued an art-filled life ever since, including graduating from design school and taking on the advertising world as an art director in the Detroit area.