Every day, I share one or more Little Things that brought my joy as an Instagram story on my personal account. On Day 187 of doing this, the little thing of that day turned out to be the following text: Nothing bad happened today, Neither did anything particularly good. Nothing went wrong, Neither did…
Someone asked: What are you most proud of? What is something big that you’ve achieved? I thought of changes I’ve made, things I’ve built, things I’ve let go of. Then I realized, of all the things I’ve done, what I’m most proud of, is the person I continue to become.
There is this quote that goes around Instagram. It comes down to: “The only one who is going to save you, is you.” I used to find that disheartening because I knew that it was true. Then I learned that I can regulate my nervous system, know more than doctors about how to treat my…
Hold close, Those who sit by your side as you break down and cry. Those who hug you while saying “It’s ok. Let it out.” Those who hold space for all of you. Hold close, Those who ask about that thing you have going on. Those who motivate you and support your dreams. Those who…
We are self-centered storytellers trying to be truth-seekers. It’s our way of giving meaning to things. Someone having a bad day happens to look at us a certain way, and we tell ourselves a story about it. Someone needing affection comes to us for a hug, looking for connection, so we tell ourselves a story…
Love comes in many shapes. Smooth as a circle, pointy as a star. It comes in cubes, in bars, in sheets thinner than paper. In big, bouncy balls and as tall as a skyscraper. When you’re full of love, it needs somewhere to go, to flow out of your heart into all the forms you…
We dive into emotions, they jump into swimming pools. We’re trying to change our patterns, they talk about sports and business rules. We’re uncovering our trauma, They throw the sheets off one-night stands. We’re building a community, while they keep moving between lands. We’re seeking a connection, that goes deeper than some physical touch. They’re…
When you lie in bed tossing and turning, thoughts like a whirlwind, your peace they are burning. When you feel so ashamed, of that thing you have done. When all of the kindness for yourself seems to be gone. Pick up your phone, open that app, and check if it’s your hormones setting up a…
“Why do you need to keep getting hurt?”, she asked. “Because it’s what I know”, I thought. The thrill of something not being quite right. Being used to having to fight. With myself, mostly. My logical mind trying to change what’s carved into my soul. Unable to smoothen the edges, To fill up the lack…