Grief is like walking through a dark room you've been in before but it's all different. It's confusing, unfamiliar, jutting out in different directions at unexpected times. In unexpected ways. I'm not sure how long I'll stay in the dark. Could be days, weeks, months. But I know that somewhere in the dark is the key to turning on the light. You always told me I am the key to my own success. So maybe the key to turning on the light will be found in the heart that's still healing from a loss so great.Read More
I want to evoke feeling from the things I create. That is my goal. I want someone to be able to read something I have written and feel something in their heart. I want to show those who feel alone, that they aren't alone at all.Read More
There is a leaf that sits upon my arm, and I frequently get asked if I am in fact Canadian. When the response is, "no, I am not." I get a slew of other comments regarding the tattoo. Well, here I am to clear everything up for you curious beings.
When my world comes to a halt, usually every year around September, I look down at my leaf and remember that it is just a season. That even when I thought I would never move through it, I did. It is my reminder to hold on and keep going. That the darkness, although unbelievably consuming at times, is only temporary.Read More
This morning I got up and walked into the bathroom. I turned on the light and stood at the sink. I stared at myself and wondered, "how did I let it get this way?" Aside from looking worn out, I look sick. Sick of life, sick of unhappiness. Sick of people asking why I'm losing weight and why I'm always tired. I looked at my reflection in the hazy light of morning and decided I need to change.Read More
As a writer, you spew emotions out for the world to see, opening your veins and spilling out the contents pumping from what beats inside your chest. Your writing makes up who you are. Twenty-six letters arranged in a way that reflects your soul. In my recent days, I have encountered writers who bleed for the craft. Housing all these ideas anxiously clawing their way out of the chests of those so in love with what they are capable of.
I want to be one of those people.Read More
I found calm amongst the vast ocean in your eyes. I wrapped myself up and got lost in the comfort of your existence to fend off the feeling of an empty heart. You quickly became my favorite fix, a drug of the toxic variety. You did to me what none others had done before, fed a part of my creative soul that was starving for so long.Read More