What does happiness feel like? Day 2 of my year long self-reflection journey and I again find myself at a loss for words. How do I describe something I am not quite sure I have ever felt?
What brings me joy? I don’t know. Why are questions like that so difficult? That is the first question I have to answer on the first day of this self-reflection journey and it’s the most difficult one.
Compromise happens all the time. There are compromises that you don’t have to think about and ones that take a bit more time to ponder. And then, you have to factor in the reason for the compromise. So that is an essential piece of compromise too.
Sigh. Another rejection email came in the other night. It’s okay though. I know I am doing what I am supposed to – write. And I will keep going.
I wondered what the world would be like without rainbows. I think it would be very boring. But some people are afraid of rainbows. So this poem is about what happened to the rainbows. And how they came back. Because one thing I know, rainbows always come back.
Depression is different for each person. For scientists to study and treat depression, first, it must be defined. What exactly is depression?
Medication provides a way to calm the storm so that you can batten down the hatches. I know this, yet here I am, outside during a storm trying to keep all my shit from flying away.
Choice. It’s a word that packs a lot of power. When I have choices, I feel better about myself and the world around me. The ability to choose the people in my life is no different. I want to be around people who celebrate me.
I grew up making myself small. That included minimizing my experiences, especially if it was something positive. I thought it was because I grew up in an abusive home, but as I entered the world, I realized that everyone minimizes themselves and their experiences.
Writing. It is somehow in my DNA. Even though I ignored that part of myself for many years. Stating (and writing) that I am a writer. It is key in leaning into my future.