Them Words Is Gooood

I've since given up on running away from my feelings. And despite losing everything, I never gave up on words: the only thing that kept me sane. The one that hadn't let me down. The only way I felt I could properly give tribute to the pain I felt was to string together words until their weight was lifted off of my heart.


A (Semi)Encouraging Reminder to My Future-Self

I'm sure you've all heard that before you can truly be loved you must first love yourself. By branding myself a failure I was doing the exact opposite. I had unknowingly put a stop on developing my life any further because I thought the damage had been done. Thinking about this now makes all those hours of worrying seem silly because there are quite a few 25 year spans to yet happen in my life. I shouldn't let the first one get me down.

The Struggle is Real

As you may have noticed I haven't posted anything for almost 2 weeks now. This seems to be the new pattern I've fallen into. Oops! It isn't that I am bored or tired of writing, it's more that I either have the content but no time or I've got all the time in the world but no content. Like the title of this post says, the struggle is real. I haven't really considered myself a writer until recently and now I can finally say I understand 'writer's block' and the efficiency of carrying a notebook everywhere so I don't lose any ideas.


Hooray for another rainy day! Ok, so it may not actually be rainy where you are but right now it's raining here and I'm over it. (I'm also writing this a day early. Crossing my fingers it brightens up by the time you guys read this.) If you have had a week like mine than its time to grab a glass of wine and relax for a bit.