Life is all about the stories we tell. The ones to ourselves. To each other. To the world.
if someone is uncomfortable with the truth you have to tell, that is on them.
it is time we stop pointing out sicknesses, and start showing people the road to recovery.
we should be providing a safe space for our young people to be who they are.
when the world seems like pure chaos, at hurricane speed, you have to hold onto something. whatever it is. whatever it takes.
how my recovery journey began. how it continued. what it took. why i even did it.
two candles do not cancel each other out. life is more poetic than that. we light up rooms together.
if you want to be fully you, all of your pieces must be present. i’m here to say they are welcome here.
When I was 19 I packed up all my stuff and moved to Colorado. Recently fired and single I needed a place to go. Everything I owned fit in my '98 Pontiac Grand Prix. It took me all but 24 hours to make the decision. As I was working my coworkers coined the nickname “Trouble” [...]
we’d be fine to stay within the boundaries, but hopefully you have bigger plans for yourself than living a “just fine” life. you were made for adventure. for a whimsical, magical life. you have gifts the world needs.