Welcome

Throughout my life friends trusted with their secrets and problems. As a young woman they would confide in me and my words of support just seemed to flow. I didn't really know how I knew things, or where the answers came from, all I knew was that they did.
When I reached my mid-thirties and my life was a mess. My marriage was filled with drugs, verbal and emotional abuse and I was spiritually empty. My world dissolved as I sank into the dark night of my soul. A glance in the mirror reflected only a stranger back at me. The climb back to light taught me as much as the fall from grace.
Over the last 17 years I have been entrusted with the stories of women, men and children who have been touched or consumed by heartbreak, grief, trauma and loss. Many find comfort in therapy, some with the church and most rely on the web of friends life has given them as support. And then there are those that end up, sitting across from me.
I look back on my early days of being the one with the words and marvel at how life twisted and turned me back into what I've always been, friend, confidant and mentor.
As a young girl I couldn't wait to grab the newspaper to read Dear Abby, I loved her common sense and heartfelt replies to those eager to learn. Dear Julie is an experiment to see if providing a place for questions to be answered without judgment is as viable today as it was 40 years ago.
I am not a licensed therapist or doctor and any advice given is given strictly from the point of my feelings and opinion.
If you are experiencing life threatening thoughts or circumstances, please call 911 for emergency help.