Brain, why do you betray me? I believe in things that aren't happening and question what's real. - My Truth
Lets Be Honest.
Remembering Today, Forgetting Tomorrow
Tiny pieces of a jigsaw puzzle. They are all interwoven. I can only remember one piece And I don't know how I got to it. I'm standing on an island. Water surrounds me. I have so much to say, but I can't tell you. I can't pinpoint its beginning and end. I have thoughts rising... Continue Reading →
No Filter
Having someone in your life to tell you that, "You are ok." is a blessing. But, imagine the power you unleash & hold when you actually believe in those words yourself. Inner strength can move mountains. Family gives you the idea that you can. -@lifeorfiction
Sometimes a Struggle Can Make Us Stronger
I'm a writer. I'm a neat freak. I'm a poet. I'm a daughter. I'm a college graduate. I'm a fiancé. I'm a friend. I am many more things, but I never thought I would be epileptic. In 2014, six months after I graduated from college, I woke my boyfriend and brothers up with convulsions, not... Continue Reading →
Purple Day 💜
Today is Purple Day in order to inform others about Epilepsy. There are numerous types and expressions of having a seizure too. 1 in 26 people will develop epilepsy in their lifetime. I am one of these people! 💜 In honor of this amazing day I wore purple of course. My brother Zach had invited... Continue Reading →
Scars Cut Deep, So Do Words
I'm at a loss for words sometimes. & Sometimes the tide gets rough and knocks the wind out of me. We are all standing in a sea of dreams. Hoping to rise above the water. Even if it's just to breathe. Will you try to float with me?
Fruit For Thought
An illness, a diagnosis, a prescription. So much goes through your mind, a tornado with no oxygen is the best way to describe it. Just spinning, with no end in sight. Amongst the storm, you bring a bottle home. Don't read the label, that alone can cause a frenzy. You decide to wing it, describe... Continue Reading →
Who, then, is the artist?
Mold me like ceramics fingertips carving into cold clay. Anything is possible. Mold me like a story words creating the view my eyes see. Highlighting the blues and forgetting the rays of sunlight. Mold me like an opinion an experience dictating choices, I haven't made yet. Sweet wisdom passed down from generation to generation. Mold... Continue Reading →
Every Touch, Even Metaphorical, Matters
Our thorns are rarely thought of as beautiful. We focus on the need to protect ourselves from the pain they can inflict. What do others think of your thorns? What does that say about the people who want to be invited in? There is some sense of peace when a gentle touch meets a jagged,... Continue Reading →
