The tea on grief: I hate living now that my boyfriend is dead

I don’t write much anymore. Even before my boyfriend died, before his liver failure, before he and I even dated, … More

Holding onto hope

If you have depression, or any other mental illness (or honestly even suffer from the “human condition”), then you know … More

Sunsets aren’t the same without you. No one told me how fucking boring life would be after you lose your … More

“A falling star fell from your heart and landed in my eyes” Late in the night, with tired eyes, Florence … More

The winter sun is so deceiving—inviting you out only for you to freeze to death. I feel heavy. That kind … More

I have been blogging on and off for six years now. Wow, just saying that blows my mind. Over the … More

In my last blog post, I wrote about my epiphany that I’m holding myself back. I get in my own … More

I’ve been self sabotaging for years. I realized this fact only recently. I used to wonder why situations didn’t seem … More

I got back into yoga for the first time in months just a few days ago. It was pretty amazing, … More

In one of my recent blog posts, I wrote about my demons. A couple comments acknowledged that I, like now, … More