significance
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Confession of a People Pleaser
When I was young I looked for someone To call me beautiful I held my hands out Waiting for someone To hand me my value I left every conversation Hoping I’d left an impression Desperately wishing I’d be significant Remembered Special I waited for phone calls I longed for approval But as I grew older Continue reading
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Rewiring the Brain: You Matter
Even when I sit a lone in my room no person in sight no texts or calls no reaching out from others my heart may ache my mind may start to believe no one cares no one sees there are no hands reaching out and I am a lone I am insignificant Stop! Listen to Continue reading
About Me
An obsessive journaler who loves meeting others along their journey and giving them a hand to hold through pieces of writing. I write about the heartbreaks of life and the joys, the ups and downs, and I often learn my greatest lessons and miracles from nature.
Joyful Ruins 