Category Archive: featured

when I say I am healing,

I mean there are no longer days I wake up wanting to die, but there are days I still lash out at the world, scream “don’t touch me”, when all the world wants… Continue reading

a letter to you.

I wish I could tell you there’s a certain way to do things, that there’s a certain book you need to read or a certain song to listen to, that there’s a certain… Continue reading

twenty-seventeen.

it was the year that taught me to find my backbone again — to dig away the anger and hostility, to scrape away the hurt, and to shoo the pity party out the… Continue reading

12/1

“you’ll survive this,” they’ll all tell you. you’ll shake your head yes. you’ll get up the next day, moving through the motions. surviving. “you’ll survive this,” they’ll all say when the next year rolls… Continue reading

opening your skin

isn’t the way your demons will crawl out, and it won’t give an escape to your bad thoughts. that comes with opening your heart, opening your soul. it comes with fighting hate with… Continue reading

tuesday morning.

you will meet people. you will meet raging storms and gentle wildflowers. you will meet wild avalanches and calm seas. you will meet rushing waters and cracked lightning. you will meet towering forests… Continue reading

a note on love, life, and relationships.

I know. I know I write on love and loss and relationships quite a bit. I know it might be strange to give as much relationship advice as I do since I’m the… Continue reading

4:10 pm.

I fall in love a little bit with every person I meet — their eyes, their heart, their passions. I see the good and I cling to it. and maybe that’s my biggest… Continue reading

to the hurt,

I’m sitting down with you today. I’m sitting down with you and we’re drinking coffee. “what is it today?” I don’t know what to say. I acknowledge your bags; you’re planning to stay… Continue reading

a garden.

I once had a garden that only blossomed on dark thoughts – self-deprication, self-harm, self-hate – but they needed constant attention, and one day I decided I had better things to do. so… Continue reading