A Different Kind Of Grief

I don’t miss anyone as much as I miss who I once was when I looked in the mirror.

No One Is Entitled To My Business

“Yes, I am allowed to pick and choose what I divulge to others. And, as a matter of fact, I’m allowed to change my mind.”

Blessings Wrapped in Sandpaper

But we aren’t objects or equipment, we are people, so unfortunately we snap and break at times, no matter how much we try to hold it all together.

On Being My Own Worst Critic

I’m tired of this vicious internal cycle of unrealistic expectations, ultimate failure, abuse. I have the whole damn society to do that for me, and here I am, doing the work. Typical.

Becoming Next-Level Bee

As everyone knows, childhood isn’t always easy. I grew up in a household with two parents that loved […]

My Good Friend Ana

Mind, body, reflection are no longer mine;
Her control becomes stronger with passing time.

Learning to Let Myself Grieve

I start to think of how I have never let myself actually notice my growth but instead, kind of skipped from point a to point b, closed my eyes for a second and opened them to see a new woman with the same smile staring back at me in the mirror.