Let's face it. Valentine's Day can be really taxing. There's pressure from all sides. For those in an undefined relationship, there's pressure to commit. For those in a committed relationship, there's pressure to out-buy, and out-perform. Finally, for those who aren't in relationships, there's the onslaught of happily committed couples around every corner, oozing affection, … Continue reading For Daniel: Year Two, The Story of Us
I swear, I'm not anti-social. In fact, I need socialization. I crave belonging, and I long for friendship, conversation and laughter like anyone else. I just do socialization a little differently than you do.
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.
My life is full to the brim of photos depicting a life that looks nothing like the one I planned to have, but oh, how unremarkably beautiful it all is.
To be human is to be imperfect. In fact the word "human" in the dictionary is synonymous with the word "flawed" and "frail."
Social anxiety is a condition that seems to have become rampant in recent years. It used to be that if an individual had trouble interacting with others, it was a personality quirk... Not a disorder. These days, things are a little different. Many would much rather text than call, and a ringing phone is enough … Continue reading Isolation, Social Silos and this thing called Social Anxiety.
Ah, vacation. When else can you justifiably wake up at 9, lay in bed until 2, and do nothing but scroll through facebook and read books all day? Without feeling guilty, that is. Now that school is back in session and Fall is right around the corner, there's a summer-lovin' part of my heart that … Continue reading When Being Busy Isn’t Beneficial: Why we need more margin
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.
A pebble in my shoe, very much like a single pea beneath the mattress of a princess—that's what wrong love always felt like to me.
Ignorant, yet well-meaning people. Is there anyone in the world so dangerously unaware?
