Letter of Self-Compassion: Writer's Block
“There’s nothing to writing. All you do is sit down at a typewriter and open a vein.” This phrase is commonly attributed to Hemingway, but may have b…
Recovery
Letters of Self-Compassion: Heaven
2015 was so full of transformations. I worked three different jobs, and my relationships were in a constant state of flux. It seemed like I was consta…
Letter of Self-Compassion: Hell
One of my earliest memories is of crying with my mom. When I was about five, it occurred to me that not everyone I loved was a Christian. My mom told…
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…
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…
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…
Doing Enough
I struggle a great deal with being human. For many years, I bristled at people who said to me, “you’re a human,” wondering what on earth they meant. P…
Ryann's Hospitalization and Diagnosis
I haven’t written here on the blog all month because I’ve been dealing with a medical emergency with my partner, Ryann. It has taken almost the entire…
Close Clarity
I entered adulthood wholly uneducated and unprepared for life. I was homeschooled until I was 19. When I tried attending a local university while livi…