We rarely find ourselves when we are hiding among sunshine-y moments, just-alright days, and sighs of contentment. We find out who we really are during the moments that feel too huge to handle.
Read MoreI'm sick and tired, literally nauseous and exhausted all the time, of being someone I'm not.
Read MoreWhat strikes me as one of the strangest human fears is our terror of the unknown within ourselves.
Read MoreI'm sure I'm not the only one who's noticed: people have been a bit batty lately. Friends, family, neighbors, the cats, everyone seems to be colliding with dramatic emotions and drastic miscommunications.
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 MoreI still don't feel like writing about anything else. The recent death in our family has taken over everything. I am constantly thinking about my loved ones, even more than I always have, consumed with thoughts of helplessness, mourning, and guilt.
Read MoreWhen something unbelievable happens, something tragic and heartbreaking and unexpected, there are no words that exist to describe how shattered we feel.
Read MoreE. E. Cummings really nailed it with this line, because being a writer terrifies me.
Read MoreThought I was being open about everything inside, the shit I hide...
Read MoreI felt a sting of selfishness stab into me for a long time, knowing that I'm not satisfied with merely being "happy" in life. What kind of ungrateful being was I, to be blessed with a job I love, a caring family, supportive friends, and still feel like something so dark and empty hid within me?
Read MoreMy flushed cheeks were brave, bare against the frigid air...
Read MoreTalking about my body makes my skin crawl. It's crippling to spiel about my physical traits and the seemingly endless battles I had with them. I think the word I am looking for here is vulnerable.
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 MoreIt's a real mood-killer, but we all do it. When we look around at others and witness their ability to accomplish our goals with more ease or with less heartache, it makes us wonder what we are doing wrong.
Read MoreThis was written in the midst of a surging anxiety attack (although I am thankful to say it was the first one in weeks, breaking some unofficial record I'm sure).
Read MoreWe can invest so much energy sheltering ourselves from pain that we gamble away our ability to feel anything at all.
Read MoreI strive for a life of peace for all, but I am human. Despite my attempts to radiate positive energy, the truth is that quick-to-react garble has been flying out of my mouth too much lately.
Read MoreConstant attempts at comfortable corners...
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