The Goodbye Letters, Part 1. Dear Anxiety, I get it. You want all of my attention. Every last drop. You want to talk to me and be with me every second of every day. Well, that’s...
Dear Anxiety
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The Goodbye Letters, Part 1. Dear Anxiety, I get it. You want all of my attention. Every last drop. You want to talk to me and be with me every second of every day. Well, that’s...
If you're anything like me, you don't handle chaos well. My first instinct in the midst of chaos? Freak out. Next? Tell people I'm freaking out. Then, take things into my own...
Have you ever realized you have no clue as to the meaning of a song you’ve been listening to for years? Or a scripture you’ve read over and over that never actually clicked until...
Hey little girl. It’s me. The future you. The 26-year-old you, to be exact (stop saying “ew,” I’m not THAT old). And I’m here to let you in on a few things. No, not like a...