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midnight fires

I’m not talking about those ones that chase you in your dreams that you can never seem to scream in. I mean the fire within that rises to the top ready to take over the world while everyone else sleeps. Funny how that always seems to hit for me in the wee hours of the…

Ink of My Life

Want to know what’s important to me? Just look at my arm, my shoulder and my feet. Each piece of artwork painfully adorned on my body tells the world a secret. It’s been my way to tell the world about my struggles and my fears without whispering a word. Every time someone compliments my arm…

A letter to my friends.

This applies to you if any of these things make sense. Even if they don’t make sense, they probably still apply to you. I don’t have millions of friends. It’s a very large internal brawl for me to really have the few I have. Getting to know each other, having our first (or ninth) fights,…

home is a sacred space.

If I open the door for you, you better know that it’s the highest honor I could bestow upon you and your court. Suffering from anxiety and facing the daily battles that brings, leaves you empty and powerless and in desperate need of a recharge. To recharge, the space must be freeing, under your control…

My routines have routines

Routine. Noun. A sequence of actions regularly followed; a fixed program. (Right from the good old dictionary) Imagine you are starting the process of baking a cake. Maybe your mom has a big birthday coming up or one of your little one’s is celebrating their first, whether it’s a chocolate cake or Funfetti flavor- just…