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.
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.
I make fun of myself a lot. I do that because it makes me feel better about the things I’m insecure about. And because I don’t want anyone to really know that I’m insecure about it because that just makes me look insecure. Anyways, in recent weeks, I’ve gained a few pounds. OK, more than… Continue reading No, I didn’t let myself go. I just let go.
“I spent so many years walking on egg shells….never doing or saying the right thing. One day I decided I’d had enough and stomped all over them. Those broken egg shells cut me deeply as I walked away…but this…was the most beautiful pain I had ever felt.” – S.L. Heaton For far too long, you’ve… Continue reading Egg shells