I can hear the birds again. (A description of journeying through depression.)

I can hear birds again. Outside, they’re chirping. It’s subtle and crisp and beautiful. I can hear the breeze and feel it on my skin. It rustles the changing leaves and whisks a few of them onto a windy ride to the earth’s floor. I can see the sky. I’ve viewed it previously, but today […]

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Day 24 of 30: strength through tenderness

I’ve always been drawn to the studded belt, all-black wardrobe, motorcycle-riding, bad-ass boss bitch character. The one who isn’t afraid to put people in their place, who speaks her mind, and who grabs life by the balls. When she wants something, she gets it. When she sets her mind to something, she attains it. She […]

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