I’ve been hearing more people talk about mental illness & that makes me really happy. You see, so many people that don’t have it/have never experienced it, are incredibly misinformed. They think that simply because someone takes medicine or has to go to therapy, or lives their life a little differenty…it somehow makes them a… Continue reading Anxiety is easy.
So I’ve been juggling with the fact of wanting to actually come back and write on my blog. It’s been a long time. Writing makes me happy. I read & journal everyday. It’s something I’ve done for the longest time. Something just for me. And I find because it’s “mine” I get really weary of sharing… Continue reading High on loving you.
& 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.
It’s funny. I don’t write in journals much these days. It’s almost as though we were dating at one point. & then they gave up on me, or me on my journals. I used to give every piece of who I am to the pages in my notebooks. I would pour out my deepest, darkest… Continue reading Anxiety.
I woke up this morning & deleted my Facebook within the first 30 minutes. I showered & ran to Barnes & Noble. Generally I don’t have a certain item I’m seeking out once I get there, but God pulls at my heart & leads me to whatever section I need to learn something from, whether… Continue reading Purpose.
Have you ever had a moment that you were so sure about? That in the moment it was presented to you, you knew the universe was speaking to you? That you were in the right place at the right time? Or someone’s says the exact bit of encouragement you need about a certain area in… Continue reading Lady bugs.
I haven’t written on here in a very long time. & part of me has been okay with that. I’ve been frustrated for a while & not writing is, was; my way of putting my foot done. More like throwing a temper tantrum. I’m gonna get real honest for a minute. It’s because I am… Continue reading Sabbatical of sorts.