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This is My Story, This is My song…
Coming to terms with how much pain and hurt I have stored in my body is not easy. I’ve carried the wounds since I was 6. 6 to 31, years of reinforcement, years of hiding, years of surviving…. honestly, years of dismissal, disbelieving that my wounds needed caring, healing, or validation. Instead, praying them away, Continue reading
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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
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 