It was like yesterday when we were having sleepovers and now we are states apart clinging on to a dying friendship.Read More
Dear Friend, I have been avoiding writing this letter. The pen in my hand touches the paper lightly but no words appear. I didn’t write hard enough…Read More
“It starts here.” She said with her pointer finger on her chest. “It starts with me loving myself, knowing that I deserve better.” As she spoke the words trembled.
She is me. This version of myself that took pain to find. This version of myself that is still learning how to love herself.Read More