The more I learn to love myself, the more I truly grasp what it means.
I used to think that loving who I am meant that I had to be perfect. I used to think that loving who I am was tied to who and how many people loved me.
I used to think that loving what I look like is defined by others’ opinions of me. I used to think that loving what I looked like had to be what the world thought was worthy of being beautiful. Continue reading
Life is a beautiful mix of pain, joy, the unknown, what we can see and can’t, life-changing moments, heart-shattering experiences and divine miracles.
Over the last few years, life has tried to break me with one family death after another, my brother going to prison, financial lack like I’ve never experienced before, intense depression and anxiety.
I’m relieved to say that the long, dark, treacherous storm is over! A rainbow of love, peace, comfort and strength surrounds me, the sun is shining bright, and everything is looking good! Continue reading