I pour my heart out in writing. I learn what I think as I write. I don't think I know any other way. I am tipsy, with my feelings barely at bay because of the alcohol. I am flawed. I am human. I love and I hurt, I write and I process. I hurt. I… Continue reading feeling whole and hollow

Last night I was reading The Only Story - Julian Barnes, which is a very good book, a lot of food for thought, but it is also a very sad book (in my entirely biased opinion). I haven't finished it yet, I still have a few pages left and I am hoping for a silver… Continue reading Doggedly, stubbornly hopeful

There was a time when I prayed to God every day. I had no one to turn to, no one who could understand. I had an infinite love for Him and an unshakeable trust in his power and good-will. Even when he put the one who would become my best friend in my path, I… Continue reading When I was younger I prayed, now, I just… write

When I sit down to write, I have an idea to start with, and end up with something different from what I had in mind. Or while I sit down to write the message lying in my heart, there's a new one rising. This is a beautiful way of uncovering my soul. I get to… Continue reading I write my path and I’m always discovering the way it leads

I am here to ask you to sit down and imagine, or maybe remember. There's a little girl inside of you who had this dream about how her life was going to be. There was a plan about how it was going to go, a five year plan for every section of your life. The… Continue reading This is for you my friend

Why do we all pretend to be adults, to act adult-like when we are really just children? Children who have jobs and mend for themselves, who do laundry and clean the house, but children nonetheless. When we are just born, we learn so many things so fast, and then our thoughts and brilliant minds are… Continue reading Learning forever

When people make new year resolutions. I am of course, working on mine. The plan is to have a long list of resolutions that I keep cutting down on, so that the ones I really truly desire stand out. The point of this text here, is more of a reminder to myself. I want to… Continue reading It’s that time of the year

I am reading this book called The Four Agreements. The second agreement is: Don't take it personally Basically when you take something someone said personally, it means that you were already believing that about yourself. That prompted an interesting thought. When I was a kid, I was angry at my mom because she didn't care… Continue reading I love you

I was listening to this book about vulnerability. In it, several people are mentioning what vulnerability is for them. I am just discovering that for me, vulnerability is talking to people who I love, telling them how much I love then and basically handing them the weapon to hurt me. Vulnerability means giving them the… Continue reading About my vulnerability

Fist of all, I learned that not all experiences are the same. So this right here, is my own, and no on else's. That being said, I have to say I haven't been diagnosed by a mental health professional with the disorder. I just assume I have it because I fit the description: I overeat… Continue reading What it means to experience an eating disorder (in my very personal experience)