I don’t write much anymore. Even before my boyfriend died, before his liver failure, before he and I even dated,…
Holding onto hope
If you have depression, or any other mental illness (or honestly even suffer from the “human condition”), then you know…
Life is boring
Sunsets aren’t the same without you. No one told me how fucking boring life would be after you lose your…
Support Patrick and his family on their medical journey
This is painful to share, but my boyfriend Patrick suffered acute liver failure on January 24th. He was transported to…
Avoidance
“A falling star fell from your heart and landed in my eyes” Late in the night, with tired eyes, Florence…
Heavy
The winter sun is so deceiving—inviting you out only for you to freeze to death. I feel heavy. That kind…
Nostalgia
I’ve never been much of a nature girl. My idea of nature is Central Park—that quintessential manmade hybrid of natural…
I don’t get personal on my blog anymore: Why?
I have been blogging on and off for six years now. Wow, just saying that blows my mind. Over the…
Thinking too much
In my last blog post, I wrote about my epiphany that I’m holding myself back. I get in my own…
When perfectionism causes self sabotage: Getting in my way
I’ve been self sabotaging for years. I realized this fact only recently. I used to wonder why situations didn’t seem…
