An ode to art: because it’s saved my life. An ode to the thistles of the brush I dip amongst my murky water: An ode to the creativity that distracts from the sadness…from the overthinking, from the detrimental reality that is my heart. An ode to art, because without it, the possibility of my body […]Read More An Ode To Art: Because It’s Saved My Life
Your words scrape my self confidence down right to the brim. Your voice overpowers mine, because when you are angry I don’t get a say. I don’t get an opinion or the right to stand up for myself. Your words lack validation, your words leave me in a pit of emptiness, of loneliness. They jab […]Read More Your Words
I’ve always been the girl who gives a little too much, a little too often. I overwater my plants, add too much salt to my food, too much milk to my cereal, too much vulnerability, too much trust to strangers, too much goodness to a sometimes harsh world. I saw the best in you. I […]Read More You Took Away My Safety, I’ll Never Fully Forgive You.
Today is the day! This day comes around each year, and each time it does; my head begins to ache with ideas of what to get you… So many of the moments I live for begin and end with you. There are not nearly enough words to summarize the happiness you bring to the lives […]Read More Take Care Of Your Heart Today, It’s Your Birthday!
The other night, as I rested my heavy head on a bathroom floor, attempting to decipher the vodka sentences flowing from my mouth, you asked me why I chose you. Why that night? Why, when my mind was drowning in a pool of sugar-free coolers and spiked orange juice, did I choose you? You asked […]Read More I Suppose It Was You
June 7th, 2019 Dear Anxiety, Aren’t you tired? Aren’t you absolutely fucking exhausted? You’ve put so much effort into making my mind a scary place, do you ever take some time for yourself? I often wonder if the basement of your mind contains a board with prints of me plastered all over, sticky notes with […]Read More An Open Letter To My Anxiety
You took my heart, and created splinters out of flowers so no hands could ever hold my heart without being stabbed. You took the salts from my body with every tear I shed, took happiness and made it live for only you, and then you ripped my self confidence right from my palms. But I’m […]Read More I’m Taking Back my Effort