Hey!!

I need you to know something.  I need you to listen and believe me this one time. You. Are. Whole.  You may feel broken, battered and bruised; it’s okay to feel like that as long as you know that you are not broken. You have everything you need to make it on your own.  You … Continue reading Hey!!

Tenebris

Dark thoughts.  Do you know what it's like to cry yourself to sleep? And for no other reason than just because you are you?  Or to feel alone when you’re surrounded by people? To feel like you are outside looking in and will never be able to join the crowd because, quite frankly, there are … Continue reading Tenebris

Eyes…Always Watching

Hunted… Stalked… Judged… Eyes tracking my every step, judging my pace, measuring my breathing, reading my thoughts.  Imperceptible movement from the stalker...really just the eyes following me as I passed.  Hoping I tripped, maybe? Contemplating how silly I must be walking toward no real destination, having no goal, or plan? I could read her thoughts, … Continue reading Eyes…Always Watching

Independence

Once upon a time, there was a little girl who got her heart shattered by the person she trusted most.  Her best friend.  The one person in the world who she should have been able to count on for anything and everything.  Her dad.  He transitioned from being her best friend to the person she … Continue reading Independence

Hurt

The other day, my daughter asked me a question that really hurt me. It made me stop and think about some decisions I’ve made, some choices I’ve taken. And too, it made me think of some things I said to my own mom, once upon a long time ago...come to think of it, I was … Continue reading Hurt

Illusions

We rarely let our innermost feelings seep to the surface. So much we keep private. You know how you are a world inside that no one else is privy? Guess what… We’re all like that.  Everything we show the world is an illusion. It is what we want the world to see.  But sometimes what … Continue reading Illusions

Stones

Stones... For stepping… Or slipping... Or building... Or stumbling… Life is the water washing over the stepping stones. Sometimes the stone is dry and sure; other times it is slippery when wet. I feel like I’m a stone for slipping.  An impediment.  An obstacle.  I feel like if you gain a little boost, watch your … Continue reading Stones