The Words That Were My Lifeline

The Words That Were My Lifeline

Why do we always pour out our fear onto other people’s journeys like sticky syrup and call it sweet intervention, unaware that they can feel it dripping off their fingers and sense our judgment masked as love Because last I checked a journey can differ from mine and...
Stuck In a Moment

Stuck In a Moment

Thought Tornado I’m sitting on the tile floor, while my daughter plays in the bath, and the Sing 2 soundtrack blares from my phone. My little one is asking me 10 questions per minute and my thoughts are fragmented. There’s a tornado inside my brain. Every now and...
A Gift to Myself—Lindsay’s Welcome Letter

A Gift to Myself—Lindsay’s Welcome Letter

It’s been years. YEARS. But I still vividly remember pouring my heart out onto the pages of my journal or furiously typing out my feelings on Microsoft Word in the upstairs wing of the library. I can picture me sitting there on a wooden chair—intently focused—the sun...