Last month I had a panic attack. It was a full blown, heart pumping, blood rushing, fists clenching, freak-out. To feel like you have no control over your own mind and body is a scary thing. I would have screamed if there had been enough breath in my lungs. I forgot how excruciating anxiety can be. … Continue reading When Fear Strikes Again
Vanity, pride, and a deep love for pretty things bred a severe self-loathing at my mediocrity. Anyone smarter, lovelier and more talented was automatically categorized as "enemy"—specially favored and preferred by God.
People demand authenticity and flinch at honesty. They recoil at vulnerability like we're embarrassed by the "over share." It's no wonder we're so lonely.
When you're used to disappointment. The adult version of, "If you give a mouse a cookie."
Failure isn't definitional, nor is it definitive. It's directional. That being said, this is my public admission to the world that there are some things at which I royally suck.
I contemplated whether or not to post anything this Writing Wednesday, if only for fear that anything I wrote would be swept up into the angrily tumultuous world that is our current cyberspace, or dismissed as repetitive or irrelevant. Post after post of disturbingly depraved, candid remarks regarding last night's election litter the earth, as America recovers … Continue reading How To Have Faith on November 9th
The biggest social media lie is that we are as perfect as our feed says we are.
Every part of me feels tired. I’m exhausted to the core of who I am. Which is ridiculous, because I haven’t left the house today... let alone my bed. The only cognitive thought I recognize through the violent onslaught of feelings is, “When will I get better?”
FOMO. Otherwise known as, the Fear Of Missing Out. "Are All of My Friends Getting Together Without Me?" is not only a real thing... but it's also really happening.