I see you. Creeping back in. Creeping back into my life. It’s been years now since we fell out. No apology. No accountability. But you’re trying to come back now. The texts. The calls. I see you. Creeping back in. Pieces of me miss you. Pieces of me want nothing to do with you. Pieces still sting. Pieces still hurt. Confusion takes over. Where I do go from here? I see you. Creeping...
“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...
The power is out. Reason unknown. A hot pre-summer day in Texas. I tell my son to take off his shirt. Don’t open the outside doors. Don’t open the fridge or freezer. Move as little as possible. It’s going to get hot… fast. And who knows how long this will last. I sit by the window. Sunlight peeks through the blinds just enough to shed some light on my journal. And my soul...
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...
As the last minutes of 2019 slip away, I’m left with a feeling of accomplishment. I’ve learned a lot this year – about myself and others. I’ve started new things. Put myself out there. I’ve loved myself and stood up for myself in ways I never have before. I’ve placed boundaries. I’ve gained confidence. I’ve grown. I’ve spent the past year...
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...
