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...
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...
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...
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...
