I've always known who I was, separate from others, accepting of it, learning how to hide those sides of myself to adapt. Life changed, and with time's passing I grew more and more comfortable with my own duality. I am grateful to have a sparse space to share my voice.

I spent years in deep reflection, analyzing my desire to have a hand to hold onto, only to realize i already had one, attached to my other arm.

i’m grateful for my plants, the stacks and stacks of books that hold me captive, the scent of a warm candle and hot coffee, twinkle lights, geometric art, my intuition, grace, forgiveness, and love.

immerse yourself in accomplishment and discovery, fill those spaces that run empty, create the haven you seek.

comfort is:
fleece-lined leggings
a soft pillow to rest my head
the soft hum of the fan’s forever spinning whir
an early dawn, for a few weeks
my pillow snuggled up next to me
health, freedom from being ruled by anxiety, understanding that sometimes sadness has to breathe too.

question what makes you think, what causes you to judge, label, categorize; ask yourself whose beliefs they are, yours or just the ones you learned and never questioned. explore the difficult uncomfortable stuff.

I think maybe vulnerability is handing someone a knife and being hopeful that they won’t use it, but understanding that they might, and that you’re willingly taking the risk of being stabbed.