Tag: mental-health
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Breathing Again
There is something sacred about the moment you realize you can finally take a full breath. Not the shallow kind. Not the tight, cautious inhale that sits high in your chest. I mean the kind that fills your lungs all the way down. It softens your shoulders. It reminds you that you are still here.…
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Things I’m Learning While Chasing My Dreams
Life changes have a way of exposing just how tightly we’ve been holding on to people, expectations, old stories, and a sense of control that was never really there in the first place. When everything around you starts to shift, the instinct is often to grip harder, to manage every detail, to make sure nothing…
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Real Life Update
I endured a long stretch in a difficult work environment. Finally, it was time to start fresh. I took on a new job. The last place I worked left me drained. It had a toxic culture that slowly chipped away at my confidence and creativity. It took some time for me to see how much…
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Loving a City That Loved Me Back Differently
London was never just a place to me. It was a season. A relationship. A promise I believed in longer than I should have. I arrived hopeful, carrying the kind of optimism that only exists when you think starting over will fix everything. The city welcomed me in its own way gray skies, hurried streets,…
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Cancelled, Respectfully
There was a version of me who waited.Waited for replies.Waited for clarity.Waited for someone to suddenly decide I was worth choosing without hesitation. She thought patience was maturity.She thought silence meant depth.She thought if she stayed kind enough, quiet enough, understanding enough things would eventually work themselves out. They didn’t. What actually happened was simpler:I…
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Love of My Life, Loss of My Mind
There was a time when that relationship had me at its mercy. It wasn’t in a dramatic, movie way. It was in a quiet, everyday surrender that happens when you believe loving harder will eventually make you chosen. Back then, I thought love was supposed to feel consuming. I thought the ache meant depth, the…
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All the Places That Made Me
I’ve lived a life shaped by movement, change, and learning how to begin again. I went to college in Wyoming, surrounded by wide-open spaces that teach you how to sit with your own thoughts. That’s where I learned independence—not just academically, but personally how to stand on my own feet and listen to what I…
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Where Roses Meet the Tide
There was a time when I thought growth would feel louder. I imagined it arriving all at once like a declaration, a turning point so clear it cannot be missed. Instead, growth came quietly. It came the way water does: persistent, patient, reshaping everything it touches without ever asking permission. When I look back now,…
Quiet Harbor Writing 