Author name: Rob

There was a time when alcohol felt like my answer to everything. Stressed? Have a drink. Sad? Drink. Celebrating? Definitely drink.

A raw and honest reflection on hurting those I care about — and wondering if faith might be the missing piece in my journey toward healing and redemption.

Despite redecorating my living room last year, depression makes it incredibly hard to keep up with housework, and I’m learning to accept that small steps are still progress.

A cheeky, feel-good blog post about finding joy in the little things—walks, family, radio, and taking life one gloriously messy day at a time.

Cheating is one of those things that can rip apart not just relationships, but the very foundation of trust that holds people together.

Let’s start with something I’m sure isn’t always easy to talk about: I’m seeing a psychiatrist. And yes, I’m okay with admitting that.

I’ve been disappearing a bit lately. Cancelled plans. Unanswered texts. Social invites ignored, or met with a vague “yeah, maybe.” If you’ve noticed I’ve been distant, you’re right—and I want to be honest about why.

It’s not easy watching a friend go through a rough time, especially when it feels like the world is just piling on.

Ah, the friend zone. The place where many of us have spent a little more time than we’d like to admit. You know the one – the cozy spot where you’re not quite “just friends,” but you’re definitely not anything more. Sometimes, it’s harmless, sometimes a bit uncomfortable, and occasionally, it’s downright awkward.

Almost three years ago, I sat behind a microphone for my very first radio broadcast for Andover Radio.