Maybe it’s not you.
There is a toxic lie that I was told in my youth: Maybe it’s you.
There is a toxic lie that I was told in my youth: Maybe it’s you.
If I’m honest, I’ll never be Instagram beautiful. I’m not into deep filters or plastic surgery. And I like to sweat in the hot summer sun during long runs.
People are hard. Relationships are hard. But, perhaps, hardest of all? Loving yourself enough to hold onto tomorrow.
I never thought I’d get there, but here I am. Imperfect is enough.
I think somewhere along the way, we heard a very powerful message: Healing isn’t easy.
Six years ago, I did something that would forever change my life. I started a gratitude journal.
New Years Day used to be one of my favorite holidays, but for all the wrong reasons.
“Am I okay?” I think it’s the most important question we’re forgetting to ask ourselves.
Some people will be committed to misunderstanding you. I’m sorry, but it’s true.
I used to invite everyone into my pillow fort. Most people hadn’t earned my trust, but I gave it to them anyways.