Erased
If I went away, would it even be noticed by anyone? If I stopped creating, would it even make a difference on this page? If… Read More »Erased
If I went away, would it even be noticed by anyone? If I stopped creating, would it even make a difference on this page? If… Read More »Erased
Very few things in the day-to-day can be as uncomfortable, even draining, as not feeling like yourself, especially when you’re typically the cheerleader. It’s a… Read More »When you’re not feeling like yourself
I deserved better. better than those crumbs better than the lies you fed me about work at the epicenter of lock-down I deserved an explanation… Read More »Better Than – Poem
One day, you learn that life is just going to have a lot of inevitable turns. Then, it’ll take another day for you to accept… Read More »Growing Apart — in short
I’ve learned that anyone you care about can crush you into pieces. I’ve learned that heartbreak doesn’t always have a sad face. I’ve learned that… Read More »22 Lessons I Learned from Heartbreak
Nobody asks you how you are Because you checked in with your stories, you’re alive And your skin is glowing you must be fine and… Read More »Nobody Asks How You Are
I don’t need another reason to remember why I hide. I don’t need another reason to remind me why I chose this single life; that… Read More »Another Reason (I Don’t Need)
And by the time doubts and sadness came back out, you had your groove back. It’s all about the spirits you pour in it. Here’s… Read More »Doubts and Sadness Walk Into a Bar
Let me just start by saying that everybody is a little ugly when they cry, in case that’s stopping you from letting go. And the… Read More »Ugly Cry and Other Emotions
I’m so happy to see how many platforms are finally talking about toxic positivity. I’ve been saying it for years — that it’s okay to… Read More »Toxic Positivity: Let’s Face It
When the wind is breathless, the raindrops loud, and the trees swing from side to side; midnight The tender whisper of a loved one’s voice… Read More »Life at Midnight
What if I put it in colors, I said, staring at the hundreds of unused color pencils resting on my table. Actually, what if I… Read More »The Feeling You Just Keep Feeding