An Introduction to a New Series: Letters of Self-Compassion
“Things you said about me, it hurt, it did. What matters more is how I feel about myself The things you said about me, I won’t forget What matters now…
Goodbye 2023
This past year has been…a lot to survive. It feels like I’ve done very little of what I once loved to do: writing and reading. In the midst of chaotic…
Non-toxic Positivity
I started blogging over a decade ago, and I’ve always written about my beliefs and how they’ve changed. In one of my early posts, "When the Heart…
The Rebellious Act of Listening to My Body
Today I did the dishes sitting down, across the course of a few hours, taking breaks between sittings. I did this because I’ve been trying to listen t…
Patreon and Substack Discounts
Every month, I make one paycheck through Patreon. This is to support me and my work as a writer. My number of supporters has fluctuated widely over t…
Beginning Again
I really appreciate every person that takes the time to visit my blog. It’s 2023, and there are thousands of posts and ads fighting for your attention…
Learning Amidst Chaos
When I was growing up, my mom expected us to do school every weekday. Although this was the goal, it rarely happened. There were a lot of obstacles in…
Birthday Post 9
Today I turn 31. My day began with refilling my medication container. It has 28 compartments, so a week's worth of taking meds four times a day. G…
Hotel Life
For the first few days of June, we scrambled to gather up our belongings and get them into storage. From there, we put in a lot of work researching an…