compassion · heartache · joy · relationships · Uncategorized

Displaced in an ever connected world..

    Twelve. That’s how many years anxiety and depression tried to steal my joy. My happiness. My life. I remember I was nine years old when I felt the first wave of panic wash over me. I wasn’t in any danger. There really was no reason for it. I had no idea that one… Continue reading Displaced in an ever connected world..

butterflies · Chicago · compassion · heartache · relationships · Uncategorized

Hands. Put your empty hands in mine.

  & scars, show me all the scars you hide. & hey, if your wings are broken… please take mine so yours can open too.   I haven’t written for a long while. Well, that’s a lie. I have, I just haven’t posted any of what I’ve written. So here’s the thing. I feel like… Continue reading Hands. Put your empty hands in mine.