The pink velvet was coated in ice—delicate yet resiliently hanging on. And I thought to myself, “I want to be like that.”
When we engage in spiraling thought patterns, reality gets blurred by emotional tidal waves. There are many helpful ways to stop the spiral though, like considering all possible…
How is the recovery community different than our fatphobic, comparison clingy, fear mongering society if we promote the same implicit messages?
If healing has no expiration date, then why has the process begun to taste sour? Why have tasks on my to-do list become rancid in hopes that I’ll…
I have tried to establish myself in various identities over the last several years. Unsurprisingly, each one has left me empty.
#9. On the glassy edge of losing your faith, you will jump into grace and it will hold you.