“Maybe you should try to write this out,” she said. Little did she know, the ache to write was running through my mind. I could physically feel my body needing to write. I shouldn’t be surprised she suggested to write… she knows me like the back of her hand. She knows me a little better…
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I moved… again
I moved… again. Oh how those words haunt me. It seems as though it is all I do, move. I can never let myself get too comfortable. I wasn’t expecting this move. It happened out of the blue. The studio I was previously in, ended up having a leak that was going to take much…
Stay strong and live with hope
As I sit here staring at what I have created, I am reminding myself that it is okay. It is okay to be where I am at and not know all of the answers. It is okay to just be. I have been away for quite a few months… quiet, lost, and afraid; but I…
An Open Letter to the One Struggling to get Out of Bed
Hi, my Dear Friend, If no one told you, let me be the one who does. I see you. I see the pain in your eyes. I see the heavy weight you are carrying. I know you think the only safe place is your bed. I know the hours and days you spend curled in…
Rustic Horseshoe 