From 18-year-old me.
When I can’t speak, I write.
Growing up poor in a rich town
What I've never opened up about. Beware, it's a long one.
I forgive myself
Y’know what I recently realized? I love myself, yes, but I’m not very kind to myself. I am the helicopter parent I never had.
Sunrise swallows sorrow
I haven’t been able to sleep. It seems that nearly every night, some deep sadness just envelops me and drives back the snug embrace of slumber. This used to occur only on occasion, but the past several weeks have seen the frequency of these episodes spike.
The best shots come unplanned
A failed journey for snow paved the way to even more breathtaking sights.
Dazzling drizzle
The crunch of boots against damp asphalt soothed my mind as my hair caught the raindrops, trapping them in the tangles I didn’t bother to brush out this morning because the downpour would create more anyway. But yesterday’s sweeping storm had placated today’s skies which, though still blinding white, let down only a light drizzle.