There are many things I wonder about; many things I sit and think about over a cup of coffee, staring at the ceiling, watching a ceiling fan go round. One of the many things that circle my mind is second chances. Are they worth it? Do people deserve it? Do people even change? The only […]
Nobody is perfect. Especially not me. But one thing I pride myself on is not hurting people; not on purpose, at least. More than half the world takes for granted, the damage they cause, to people who have nothing to do with their issues. I’d like to think I am evolved from such pettiness, but […]
On the journey to self-love, self-awareness, self-enlightenment, self-liberty, self-reliance, self-acceptance, self-rule, and self-expression, I had to figure out the type of woman I am, the type of woman I’m not, and the type of woman I want to be. Here is what I came up with: I am not the type of woman who will ever […]
It’s been a while since I’ve tapped my feelings on the screen. It’s been a while for everything really. This year, this year has been one of the toughest, yet rewarding, years of my life. This year has taught me so much about myself-mostly about how afraid I am, but more importantly, how brave. It’s […]
Here’s what some conversation and self-reflection have sparked: I have never been so ready to finally give my love, my trust, myself to someone worthy and deserving. This world is scary, very scary, and there are so many disingenuine people lurking in the corners of our life, waiting to take all the goodness we are […]
Well, It’s May. Mental Health Awareness Month. And as a future mental health counselor, who wouldn’t advocate for their clients? Not only am I a future counselor, but I am also a teacher, and an individual who manages, quite well I may add, PTSD. For those who don’t know, PTSD is Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder, something […]
I’ve been asked, on many occasions, whether or not I’ll get married again. That’s not necessarily a question one should ask a divorcee, but etiquette isn’t the topic for tonight’s scribble. As I sip on this chilled glass filled with pink moscato, I contemplate the thought of having another person rip me into shreds, in […]
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