“one day I will find the right words, and they will be simple.”
– jack kerouac
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Doing This Everyday Greatly Improved My Mental Health
In 2022, I found myself in one of the lowest seasons of my life—physically, emotionally, and spiritually. But little by little, I began to replace harmful thought patterns with truth, practice daily gratitude, and remind myself that God isn’t done with me yet. This is a story of learning to heal, and choosing to believe I still have something good to offer.
Forgive and Forget – Is This Biblical?
For years I believed in the phrase “forgive and forget” without question—until I learned the Bible calls us to something deeper: to forbear and forgive. This shift taught me that while we may not forget the pain, we’re still called to bear with one another in love, just as Christ has done for us.
How I Overcame Years of Artist’s Slump
In 2022, I decided to create an art account on Instagram. The idea was to dump all the different things I’ve created so far in my life – sketches, foam armor, digital paintings, and even poetry, and then post regularly about the current ones, but I...
The Other Side of the Pain
I’ve often wondered what it feels like
To be on the other side of the pain.
Perhaps you’ve wandered, sought for sunlight, only to be caught in the stone cold rain…
For Nicole
Some friends come, some friends go, some will leave a lesson for you.
To Be Known and Still Loved
To give yourself fully to someone is both a risk and a revelation. It’s choosing to be seen in your rawest form, and hoping—achingly—that love won’t flinch. And when it doesn’t, when it stays, you realize you’ve finally found what your soul has long been searching for: safety, softness, and home.
A Journal in My Back Pocket
I keep a journal in my back pocket. I scribble to-do’s in receipts, in store pamphlets. I hold on to photographs to put in a locket. This is me trying not to forget.
An Empty Room
An empty room, nothing but silence and, you—a recurring thought of a distant memory, where all I felt was misery;
I think I can’t ever forget
The moment our eyes first met…
The perfect time.
I’d like to think I’m saving us for the perfect time. For the time when we’ve grown on our own and we’ve learned to love ourselves. I like the thought of coincidentally running into you in a street somewhere back in town after not having talked for years. I would...