Lying is not kindness no matter how well I mask it. And it is masked well, so well I’m not sure where honesty lies or what it even looks like.
I pull the mask away piece by piece. I hold and heal the broken pieces. But there are so many. Is it even possible to be whole again? I ask the child to come back. To teach me who I am. To find that inner child, that baby who lay in her parent’s arms and was delighted over simply for being.
There’s something about a new year that provides closure and allows you refreshed mental health. With a little intention, you can use this momentum to
I move forward, understanding that a part of me has been destroyed and I will be forever altered because of it. Some parts are rebuilt. Not the same, but still they are there. Other parts are gone. They exist only in memory. I rebuild where I can and it’s hard, often painful, but I do. Then sometimes I tear what I have built back down because I hate it and I still want to go back.
The concept of enough hasn’t been part of my life for very long. By not long, I mean, I’ve toyed with the idea, even embraced
There’s incredible power in living in the present moment. It’s really hard to do though. But with all of life’s choices, some reminders can go
As I shopped for deals I found plants I really loved. I even researched them and picked out a snake plant because they cleanse the
Labels are an interesting thing, the way they define us. We seem to take them as fact. But ironically, they are just a description. I’ve
I’m alone. In my house, my car, nature. Ideas flow and I feel strong, capable, insightful, and worthwhile. I can believe I have something to
Do you ever find the person you feel like one day, is completely different another day? One day parent, another day professional, one day a
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