It seems like yesterday I was in my twenties and confident that my life was going to turn out how I had hoped. I was on my way. But then came all the twists and turns and somehow, in the blink of an eye, I found myself nearing the peak of that mountain where I… Continue reading Comfort food for the soul
It’s a good day to let go.
I think it’s time I got over myself. Ever since I decided to share my traumas with the world, I have been on this amazing, healing journey that has pushed me to grow in so many ways. I feel more in touch with myself than I ever have. I am more aware of who I… Continue reading It’s a good day to let go.
Whatever it takes.
A few weeks ago, I was working the closing shift at my second job. It was “Halloween dress up” night and I was wearing a pirate costume, although most people referred to me as a bar wench. That’s appropriate I guess, as I was serving beer. I felt a tad uncomfortable in my costume because… Continue reading Whatever it takes.
“You don’t choose bad people. You choose people. How they decide to treat you is their responsibility, not yours.” Wise words from my therapist last week. I’ve been dwelling on these words and hoping to find some truth in there. Hoping to believe it. When I moved away to a different state at 19, I was… Continue reading False portrayals.
Burned bridges, bucket lists and bare feet.
The other day I told someone that he’s not happy because he’s constantly reaching, chasing and searching for more. He’s missing out on so much joy because he’s not living in the moment. Then it hit me that I am also guilty. Seems that many of us are just never happy with what we have. We… Continue reading Burned bridges, bucket lists and bare feet.
Moving on and getting over.
Most people know about my obsession with John Mayer. He has a song for every mood of mine, every heartbreak and every reason to smile. I'm sitting with my laptop, swaying back and forth to "Your Body is a Wonderland" and I daydream about someone feeling that way about me. "You look so good it… Continue reading Moving on and getting over.
Fragile and fierce.
Oh 2018, you did a number on me. I cried a lot. My heart ached so much at times that I didn’t know how I was going to recover. I said quite a few “goodbyes” and once or twice, felt as though I was completely unraveling. There was confusion, doubt, despair, desperation, anxiety and fear.… Continue reading Fragile and fierce.
No love for the haters.
I haven’t written much lately. I guess I haven’t felt inspired. But whenever this happens, I know that if I just give it some time, the universe will speak to me and the words will start flowing again. I write a lot about my journey in finding myself and about trauma and how that has… Continue reading No love for the haters.
How blogging saved me.
I started to write when I was about 10. I would make up scripts for movies that I would pretend to star in. I would venture into the backyard and have an entire movie all planned out with imaginary characters and all. I’m sure my parents thought I was a little odd when they would… Continue reading How blogging saved me.