I'm sick and tired, literally nauseous and exhausted all the time, of being someone I'm not.
Read MoreI'm terrified of practicing yoga again. I dabble at home, a few poses here and there, but I have been seriously avoiding attending a class since the death in our family. I know now that I'm afraid of what I might feel. I risk a colossal breakdown in public, at my workplace, in front of strong yogis that know me and will continue to see me at the studio afterwards.
Read MoreI feel so stuck. My writing is stuck. My life is stuck, and in an out-of-control cyclone at the same time. I'm in a hurry, but to nowhere.
Read MoreThere's something that's beginning to eat away at me. I like spending my time reading, meditating, on my yoga mat, practicing reiki, and with whatever other tools feel right for growing a life of love. But despite following these enlightening practices, there is a black hole that continues to stalk me.
Read MoreWhen something unbelievable happens, something tragic and heartbreaking and unexpected, there are no words that exist to describe how shattered we feel.
Read MoreWhat is the purpose of life? What is my own life's purpose? Aren't we all just a bunch of dirt piled together that's just, for better or worse, become aware of our own existence?
Read MoreMost of the time I at least attempt to find the silver lining, the laughter in the darkest moments to remind me that even though it hurts right now, this darkness will pass and there is sure to be a light up ahead.
Read MoreThere are people we meet who cause chaos in our lives. They turn our perfect, stable structures upside down, and we can't be prepared for the impact they have. You know who they are.
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