As May comes dragging to an end I have to look back on the days and deeply self-reflect. At the start of the month everyone and their...

“You haven’t realized everything you’ve done so far has sparked a flame that is now burning you up.” “But I am not on fire.” “You most...

When I look back at the old photographs I keep in a neatly organized box in my basement, I see a little girl who was always smiling. My...

As the wedding bells begin to ring, it’s natural that the jitters may rumble to the surface. It’s a big event if one decides to move...

When learning to love yourself and your inner child come together.

“I keep a record of the wreckage of my life.” There is a distinct difference in how I present myself online and how I look in real life....

“If they say, who cares if one more light goes out in the sky of a million stars? It flickers, flickers. Who cares when someone’s time...

“I don’t wanna break down but I’m feeling low. Let me sink to the bottom.” When the depressive cycle hits it is a struggle to keep your...

Prologue: A Wound Unlike Any Other Sitting on a mildly comfortable sofa I poured my soul out on to the floor before the new psychologist...

Recently I purchased one of the fancy smart watches that does just about everything but clean my house. It fascinates me just how far...

Listen Here: https://soundcloud.com/user-198738908/a-witches-gift-bed-time-story-meditation-podcast-2 From the confines of your home you...

I want so badly to string together eloquent words of wisdom but there just can’t be any. It’s too messy for that. I’m too chaotic to...

Listen here: https://soundcloud.com/user-198738908/my-dear-rain-storm There is an old familiar silence where you stand with your feet...

Daffodils, specifically yellow ones. They’re bright like sunshine, scattered across yards and the roadside for all to see come the warmer...

When I first met my therapist it was emotional to say the least. For years I had searched for someone to just listen to my story, to hear...

Who are you supposed to be? She looked out of the lightly fogged windows to see the rain drenched park, her purple acrylics tapping over...

“They have stolen the heart from inside you, but this does not define you.” I just begin to think I know who I am and then something as...

My quivering hands reach up to the slightly askew crown atop my humid-struck hair and in a pitiful attempt to straighten it; it clatters...

Does a façade have a name? I believe it does. Everything must have a way to be identified in this world. Even a make-believe realm where...