Raging Courage
I have always been a person who needs to have a deep understanding of something before I can accept it as truth. This explains why I struggled with math so much in Jr and Sr High. No one took the…
My Love-Hate Relationship
I have a love-hate relationship with Facebook Memories. Some days, the memories are heartwarming – an inspirational quote I previously shared that speaks to me yet again, a photo of me and family/friends enjoying something together. Some days, the memories…
I Won’t Go Speechless
I have always loved music. I love the rhythmic comfort it provides. I love the way it can calm, soothe, pump me up or explain my feelings when I’m at a lack for words. I love the way artists can…
The Power of Vulnerability
One thing I’ve really struggled with is being vulnerable with people. After enduring years of trauma and abuse, I don’t trust people easily. In my experience, whenever I’ve opened up to someone, they have used it against me; whether that…
Don’t Fake Good.
It’s been over a week since my last post. Since then, I’ve been trying so hard to come up with something encouraging to share, because that’s what people like to read. As soon as I become real about how I’m…
One Bleeder at a Time
I don’t know how many times I’ve sat down with my phone or computer and tried to articulate how I’m feeling in the past three days. I have so many thoughts stirring within me that I’m having trouble sorting them…
The Danger of Invisibility
I love watching Medical Shows on TV. Perhaps it’s me channeling my inner desire to be a doctor, nurse or paramedic (curse you fear of needles and blood!). But there is just something about these shows that captivates me. I…
Finding Strength within the Confusion
I have always loved words. I’ve loved putting them together to compose something meaningful and watching how others use them to be inspiring. I’ve always had a quiet spirit, where I’d rather sit and write about what’s happening and how…
Clinging to Joy in the Midst of Deep Pain
When you start wondering whether it’s worth it, I hope you can look at your frozen moment of joy & feel even the slightest glimmer of hope. Because joy is a gift. If you have spent any time with me,…
My Anxiety is Different Than Yours
This, I believe, is what people don’t understand. There is a difference between “Anxiety”, an “Anxiety Disorder” and “PTSD Linked Anxiety”. This lack of understanding is what I believe is partially responsible for the misinformed “relation” or “advice” people offer…
