But that elusive joy we all seek is so rare and fleeting, we convince ourselves ‘this will be the thing that allows me to finally attain such joy.

Poetry hides nothing.

Introducing a series discussing my own tools for dealing with anxiety. First up: soft light, soothing sounds, and satisfying stories.

Routines are no longer helpful when they become rigidity.

I am the reason my dreams haven’t grounded. I have to stop letting my moods get in the way. With a little inspiration from Liz Gilbert.

The journey is dark. The journey is clumsy. The journey sucks.