self love
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Letting go is hard. Even when you know deep down that your heart will eventually heal, it’s like taking a deep breath you haven’t felt in years. There’s a lightness that comes with it—the thought of moving forward. Yet, despite that weight lifting, letting go can still feel impossible. Love is such a beautifully messy
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I’m tired. In the cacophony of modern relationships, it’s easy to feel like you’re shouting into the void, desperately trying to be heard amidst the noise and chaos. The relentless cycle of misunderstanding, miscommunication, and unmet expectations can leave one feeling drained and disillusioned, questioning the very essence of connection and trust. Those committed to
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I’ve spent a fair amount of my life feeling like I’ve made the worst decisions possible. I think in a lot of ways, a lot of people feel that way. I could write a dissertation and bore you to actual tears with all of them but I’ll skip that for the sake of time and
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Perspective is only ever clear to one. Once handed out it tends to get smudged and sullied with every set of grimy hands it gets pushed through. Currently though, as we view everything though Canada’s smoke filled haze it all seems a little grimy, am I right? Tears drip silently down my face as I
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Strange sensations of pain and weightlessness fill my chest these days. Regret. Relief. Strange puzzle pieces fitting together in ways I don’t yet understand but have to keep together as a seeming forcefield against the past. It’s strange to let go of a dream when you’ve been told your whole life to chase your dreams
I Would Rather Be In Bed 