have been struggling in so many ways. I used to be one who shared every struggle and every success on social media. It was my therapy. It made me feel less alone and was one of the biggest weapons I had to fight my demons. Something about exposing my darkness made it less scary. But… Continue reading angry
my fractured fairy tale
... and they lived happily ever after. as long as I can remember, those words filled my eyes with hearts and my stomach with butterflies. disney movies, romantic comedies, and love songs created a foundation for what I expected from a relationship. add to that the religious teachings of purity culture and I felt like… Continue reading my fractured fairy tale
i did it.
Technically I completed my Master of Arts in Counseling on March 9, 2019. On May 11 I got to dress up in an overpriced robe while sitting in the rain for hours to glide across a stage while someone I didn't know read my name. But it was more than just a symbol of the… Continue reading i did it.
recovering perfectionist.
Guys! There are exactly 28 days left until the end of the term. Twenty-eight. Also, this is my LAST TERM of grad school. Coincidentally, in the same month I graduate - I turn 32 AND it marks 2 years since the end of my nearly decade long marriage. WHEW. To say I'm ready for a… Continue reading recovering perfectionist.
words.
words have been stirring in my soul, blurring lines of ink on a page that are hard to make out as they stay jumbled in my head. they burn with passion and intensity demanding to be set free. write them no, no, no... before i can write them i must first create the perfect space… Continue reading words.
Rocks and Feathers
“You’re not the same person you were a year ago, a month ago, or a week ago. You’re always growing. Experiences don’t stop. That’s life. And the very experiences that seem so hard when you’re going through them are the ones you’ll look back on with gratitude for how far you’ve come” I’d be lying… Continue reading Rocks and Feathers
it takes a village
Today is my last "first day" of a new term in Graduate school. Today I walked on to campus, one of the few places that has remained familiar to me throughout the hurricanes of change that life seems to enjoy throwing at me, and reflected on how different I am from the girl who walked… Continue reading it takes a village
