Have you ever felt that how you were wired was somehow wonky, and you were never going to understand or fit the mold that you were supposed to? These words were written fourteen months ago and have sat and sat, but they plague my heart and head. Maybe unleashing them here will bring more clarity...maybe.
Today during SIP I choose gratitude...
"Remember always that the quiet girl who wanted to put good into the world, the one who is shy and scared, but full of faith; she is who you are. That girl is worth something. She has value. Keep trying to find her and love her so that she won't feel so lost, so lonely. [...]
Here is what has been going on in my head and at our house during the shelter in place...
I would rather be comfortable than fashionable. Even though I feel prettier with makeup on the days I don't wear it, I am happier. I chose to wear leggings over jeans. Simple is better. Tennis shoes over heels any day. Despite being able to present in front of large groups of people, it is way [...]
Sharing my heart here is always therapy. It helps me grow. This open letter is no different. It is a reminder of who I am, where I have been and who I want to become.
For weeks, okay months, I have struggled with this deep gut feeling. It sits in the pit of my stomach and reaches up to my heart, where it rests. I call it loneliness, it feels like emptiness. A hollowness in my soul that no one will ever see me; no one will ever connect with [...]
Before I was born, Ted Bundy killed Deborah Kent. My dad knew her and her family. They always kept the porch light on for her. Years and years, they kept that light on for her waiting for her to come home. She never did. I know when I heard this as a little kid, I [...]