For the longest time I thought mediation & yoga were the worst. Even when I knew nothing about the two. I thought they were for the hippie, trendy, hipster type of person that only needed time to kill or wanted to look cool. I thought, I sit in my thoughts all day with my anxieties–… Continue reading Breakthrough(s).
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..
& 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.