recovery is a journey, not a destination

I have often talked about my anxiety, and my continual effort to live with it, but I hardly ever talk about my battle with depression and suicidal thoughts, nor do I talk about what recovery means to me. These are things that weigh on my heart and on my mind daily, but I don't ever vocalize… Continue reading recovery is a journey, not a destination

twenty-five.

Today I turn twenty-five. It's weird, because a lot of the times I still feel like I'm sixteen. When someone needs an adult and turns to me, I still assume they're waiting for me to find an adult. I don't know how to be an authority figure (a true tragedy since I work in a… Continue reading twenty-five.

commencement

(Photo credit to the lovely and talented Laurel Guild) I'm baaaaaack. I seriously cannot believe I took an entire semester off, but I have been so busy and so much has happened in that time, but first and most importantly: I HAVE A MASTERS DEGREE!!!! This semester has been so mentally and physically draining (though I can… Continue reading commencement

more light

Johann Wolfgang von Goethe's last words were, "More light." Fitting that a writer and philosopher would go out with these words, words that describe something that society has not stopped seeking. I'm always searching for more light, both literally and metaphorically. I'm not one of those people who like to just sit around in darkness.… Continue reading more light