If anxiety was a person, it would be that person that periodically reminds you that your clothes fit a little tighter than they used to, or asks you how your love life is going when they know darn well you haven’t been on a date in at least six months.Read More
I don’t think being a writer makes me any better with words than anyone else, I think it just makes me more observant about the world, and more desperate to express how I feel about what I have found.
I have so much left to do, and so much to still experience, and somewhere down the line I fed a lie to myself that I am supposed to have it all figured out when I haven't even experienced the best of what life has to offer.Read More
Please know there is a reason you loved the hearts you loved, and it's okay to still care. You are not weak, you are not stupid, you are human, and sometimes we can't help the hands our hearts fall into.Read More