I’m sick. I’m tired. I’m dying.
I’m sick of comparing myself to others. I’m tired of thinking I’m not good enough. I’m dying from the anxiety, guilt, and fear that creeps in to consume my life over and over again. Continue reading Breaking Out of My Shell
Since I’ve moved on my own, I’ve felt lost. How do I identify myself? What do I believe and why? What are my standards and how strict am I? Continue reading Adulting: Finding Myself
Ever since my teenage years I’ve heard it.
“You’re just like your mother.” Continue reading My Mother’s Daughter
I just want to start off by saying, this is a post I wanted to write months ago when I saw a homeless man. Today I was reminded of the same thoughts and the urge to write returned.
Please know that this post makes me feel vulnerable. I’m keeping it real. I’m not proud of the decision I made, and if I could go back I might do it differently. Continue reading Why I Didn’t Help The Homeless
I went to the beach over the weekend and surprisingly thought a lot about life. Relationships, love, mistakes, triumphs. Continue reading The Perfect Relationship
One thing that really concerned me when I first moved was the fact that I would have to make my own food. Continue reading My Home, My Food
For those of you who don’t know, I moved into my new apartment on the first of the month. It’s been lovely learning about God and myself with minimal distraction. Continue reading In love with Boredom