Letters to Wes

My love, Life is about balance. You may have to read this multiple times to connect the dots. You will have a language inside of you all your own that someday, someone will try to decode. Maybe it will work, and that may be up to you to allow it. Take your challenges day by … More Letters to Wes

Before You.

I remember who I was before you, but I don’t remember why. I tiptoed around sanity like it was my job to stay blissfully crazy. I picked flowers with no understanding of why they need to stay rooted to grow. I stayed off the ground because it was safer in my mind to never touch … More Before You.

Hold On

I longed for something that I used to have. I squeezed it until all the blood drained and what I was left with was an empty shell of myself, wondering what happened to who I thought I was. I suffocated us and I left one day feeling cold and useless. I filled myself with anything … More Hold On


There are tiny little scars that have since turned from purple to an almost unnoticeable skin tone, ones that used to be wounds larger than my heart. I have heard different opinions on life and love and friendship, I have tried to defy the odds and I have let multiple mouths tell the story of … More Peace

Mom Battles: Anxiety (and the little things that are sometimes big things)

A few years ago, I never dreamt that I’d be a mother. I have two older siblings, and neither ever had children of their own. When people asked me how I felt about having kids, my answer was, well, nothing. I felt indifferent. Maybe one day I’d have them, but it seemed like a million … More Mom Battles: Anxiety (and the little things that are sometimes big things)


I adjust my bed so it is in the middle of the room Against nothing Like a pontoon stranded in the middle of the ocean Dark and Vast and Unforgiving. Falling asleep to build up courage because I Am afraid Of everything. I pack my suitcase then I walk out the door. I turn around. … More Oceans