Stop driving yourself crazy trying to do the “right” things

There’s no way to know what to do. Where to go. What to say, to whom. There’s no way to really know what’s “right”. Sure; there’s the moment-to-moment gut instincts. But even those aren’t always reliable… Since fear can oftentimes mask itself as intuitive guidance. I often feel like we are our own labyrinths to […]

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Day 113 of 365: demanding a miracle.

Yesterday, my months of somber sadness and what I’d deemed depression transformed into deep, fiery anger. I came to a realization that nearly every prayer I’ve ever spoken has been with one of two tones: Gratitude, thanking the Universe/God for every tiny thing (even if/when I felt like a bag of asses). Desperate pleading, begging […]

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Day 109 of 365: what happened to day 108?

I challenged myself to take yesterday off from writing a blog entry (after consistent daily posts for 107 days straight). This decision brought some anxiety, which I leaned into. Guess what? No one cared. (I guess there’s no way to know if this is true. But, even if someone was looking forward to a post […]

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Day 106 of 365: I’m so fucking sick of writing.

*trigger warning for those struggling with depression/suicidality* If I have to hear myself talk about addiction or sobriety or healing or authenticity one more fucking time, I will scream. And hide in the mountains somewhere. I am so bored by myself, and by what I write. As if I’m some pro on emotions and self-healing. […]

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