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I want to reintroduce myself. I think it’s about time I do. To be honest with you, reader, these past two years I’ve been grieving. You can read any of my past posts to figure out exactly what. But I’ve been crying. Constantly. It wasn’t till recently, though, that I felt a shift. I don’t…
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I don’t feel like I’m gliding through life. I feel like I’m dragging myself forward.Which still counts. It still matters. I come from an abusive home. I’m not afraid to admit that anymore. It’s my life and my story. I’m not sorry if that makes people (especially my family) uncomfortable. Especially cause I’ve sat in…
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I’m having a hard time feeling.This is how I’m coping. Today, I am thinking about how there are younger versions of me that are present in their moment. Their timeline. Facing things I’ve already grown resilience to. There are past versions of me crying right now, and that makes my heart hurt—knowing that there will…
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Tonight I am thinking about the fact that I stayed. The very thought of all the love I would have never received or given starts an ache so big it can keep me up for days. I have guides that have walked with my mother’s mother’s mother. And I’m sorry if that already makes this…
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If you’re wondering if I still remember you, I do. If you’re wondering if I still think about you, I do. The problem with me is, I never forget. The problem with me is, I give people special places in my heart, and when they try to walk away from me, I chain them there.…
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You know how you feel about your favorite movie, your favorite book, or song. You study it, you envelop yourself in it over and over again, only to learn new things about it every time. Do that with people. Respect their complexity, find meaning in their confusion. Become more than just someone who gives grace.…
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This is about love in all forms. It’s messy because feelings are messy. This is about how I come across—a flawed experiment. Most of my life is waiting for the other shoe to drop. If it’s quiet for a few weeks, I start having a sneaking suspicion that God is really dead. Reading my words…
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I have a propensity to view myself as kind, emotionally intelligent, and understanding. Which are all of course true. But this also means, I tend to overlook the more unsettling aspects of my personality in favor of my more achingly sweet characteristics because truthfully, that would mean confronting past traumas and burdens that I for…
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I often have this weird pain that sits in the back of my throat. It’s the swell. The buildup before the screaming and crying. And it hurts because I let it sit there. I have a really hard time sitting with the thoughts that make me uncomfortable. I start to squirm. I start to cry.…
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I know that a lot of people like to talk about romantic love—boyfriends, girlfriends, sex and all that blah blah blah. But I want to talk about bridesmaid love. The kind of love you see in your camera roll after hikes or parties with your friends. I want to talk about the words safety and…
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Regretfully, Yours Truly 