Nothing was ever good enough. Everything was criticized. She was shut up. Shut down. Let down. Her best efforts were met with indifference. Her time was spent solely on measuring up, only to live in constant disappointment. Time passed. Distance grew. Allowing space for her own thoughts to grow. What started as a faint whisper grew into a deafening roar. She was capable. She was important. She...
“Broken,” they said. Hopeless. Useless. Worthless. She stared at the million bits of herself, scattered across the floor. For years, she had tried to pick up the pieces, only to be cut more deeply with each attempt. With little hope left, she sat in her rubble. She bathed in her tears. She lay in the ruins of her soul and drifted to sleep. She awoke with swollen eyes and a heavy heart...
I am more than just a job title. More than a checklist of completed tasks. More than a list of words describing my appearance. More than a collection of society-assigned labels. I am more than you think. I am a book of memories. A stream of ideas and thoughts. An overflowing cup of emotions. A jar of silenced experiences. A filled-to-the-brim bucket of wants, needs and dreams. I am a vessel of...
This morning, as I took my shower, moments of my past flooded my thoughts. They unfolded in my mind as if they were happening all over again. Moments when I didn’t feel like I was enough. Moments that hold immense guilt for me. Moments that have played a role in shaping who I am today. I don’t know what brought this on. I didn’t plan it. I didn’t knowingly conjure it. I...
Seeing the changes in what I want now compared to what I thought was the ultimate goal a few years ago is shocking. I’m still struggling with fully accepting that the picture I had in my head of how I wanted my life to look isn’t the only right way. We’ve been taught to aim for certain things in life. We’ve been taught to strive and work towards a certain lifestyle. Allowing myself to want...
Birthdays, anniversaries and holidays are big reminders of those who are no longer with us. Some may have passed away. Others may have chosen to leave our lives… and others we might have decided to walk away from. I’m the type of person who doesn’t accidentally forget a birthday. Every year, without fail, I send the card, make the call and send a text. Today, I chose a different...
