Going through life as I am learning and learning as I go, I thought that my personal experience could serve as a story for someone, as a sign that they are not the only ones feeling inadequate, impostors or happy and cheerful just because the grass is green. I would love to know I can help people with my tiny bit of information about life but I am also writing because it makes me feel a bit more free, a bit more able to breathe and keep going.
- Are there relationships that can’t be saved?
- What does accepting your body really mean?
- A story about anxiety
- feeling whole and hollow
- Doggedly, stubbornly hopeful