Would you really see me?
I wish you were here. I wish I could feel your arms around me when I’m desperate for a hug. I think about that hug on the hardest days. The days I come home and I have no one to share with, no one to comfort me, no one to help. No one.
Gentle Strength
In my opinion, strength comes in various colors and shades. Strength can be quiet and delicate or roaring and raging. Just depends on the context, the subtext and on the person. Strength isn’t a lack of emotion. I think the strongest people have the most depth, feel the most, are the most sensitive. It’s their self control and mastery of their emotions and their willingness to show compassion and kindness or to keep silent and un-reactive that speaks volumes of their strength.
Rebuild Yourself Before You Date
Dating advice often focuses on finding the right person. This reflection asks a different question…
The Version of You Built For This
When life falls apart, strength does not always look like pushing forward. Sometimes it looks like stillness, reflection, and learning to imagine a different future before you know how to reach it. This piece is about burnout, survival, and the quiet beginning of reinvention.
The fire within: When rage becomes fuel
Here I am sharing my journey. Trying to document the moments I feel strong to help guide me through the moments when I feel weak and hoping to help others too; and here I am, telling you that the thing that drives me is none other than a searing, intense, unfathomable rage.
High-Value? A Flawed Concept…
Why are we talking about people like they’re products? High-value this, high-value that.
Everyone’s Selling Something…
I can almost remember the exact moment I realized that grown-ups didn’t have all the answers. It hit me like a punch to the gut. I was about 14 or 15 when I had the epiphany. I had felt it from a much younger age, perhaps more in revolt than in true realization.
Chasing Light in the Storm
Sometimes dreams for me are messages. Things that need further investigation. An alert from my subconscious. Freud thought dreams were a form of repressed wishes, fantasies that we explore in our sleep that we aren’t able to realize in our waking life. An enigma. Some secret or hidden imagery needing dissection and unraveling to explore our true desires. Jung’s view was that dreams are essentially a mechanism that helps bring the various aspects of our conscious and subconscious into union to have a conversation.
Rising From Ash
It's in the solitude that I have found my resolve. That I have faced my fears. That I have made decisions about what I will and will not tolerate. I have suffered many dark nights of the soul. I have “died” so many times. I have broken all my bones and reset them. I have burned to ash and I have risen. Time and again, and I will continue to do so over and over. Because each time I face the new demons that took the place of the ones I have slayed, each time I break my bones, each time I melt away, I burn myself to ash – I am tempered and I am re-born. Each version of me better than the one before; the same and somehow changed forever.