A few days ago, I woke up in a funk that I haven’t felt in months. I felt dread from the moment I opened my eyes. I was surrounded by doom. I started to visualize the dark shadows of depression and anxiety swirling around in my room. I peeked out my window in hopes of…
Tag: Love
Overcoming insecurity and the trust trap.
“How many times do I need to promise that I won’t hurt you? You can trust me!”. If only I had a dollar for every time I needed to hear that. “I just need you to say it!”. Sometimes I would practically spell it out, just to be clear on what I was asking for…
A grateful heart.
I remember the day he walked out of my house and slammed the door. I sat on my kitchen floor, sobbing hysterically and begging, screaming for him to come back. He was the one who broke the trust. He was the one who never respected my boundaries or put to rest my insecurities. And yet,…
Boundaries like a boss.
I never really had a chance to learn much about boundaries. In fact, I don’t know that I have ever used the word in the same context as I do now. It was not on my radar. When I was assaulted as a 12-year-old girl, it programmed me to believe that I wasn’t worthy of…
Love you mom.
My Marine called me today. It’s 2 am where he is stationed. It’s noon here and I’m at work. I can tell he’s had a few drinks but he’s back in the barracks and going to bed so I can breathe a little easier. As we were about to hang up, we were both talking at…
Breaking the cycle
The cycle has to stop. You are worthy of all the love your heart can hold. The moment that someone makes you feel otherwise, is the moment you need to say goodbye. It will be very hard, and you’ll doubt yourself many times. You’ll even feel some remorse and regret. You’ll spend a lot of…
Truth bombs.
I’ve been staring at my screen for a while now, not knowing what I should write about today. Then I started reading a few MSN articles about relationships and I thought, why not? I’ve been in A LOT of relationships so I’m probably an expert, right? OK…clearly not, but there are a few things I…
How I know God is real.
My miracle. I have always prayed to God, for as long as I can remember. As a child, I didn’t go to church every Sunday, but we did go occasionally. It was the First Baptist Church and I remember my grandparents singing in front of everyone and Pastor Jay, who was the nicest man. I…
