• Broken.

    I know. I know what it’s like to lay in bed at night and wonder if things will ever get better. I know what it’s like to be with your friends, yet desperately want to go home. I ask myself all the time- will things ever be okay.  Will I ever be me again. The girl that loved being with my friends. The girl that loved school. The girl that enjoyed church on Sunday mornings. The girl that loved life. Would I ever get my life back?

  • A Letter To You.

    A letter to you, It’s 3am, and I’m writing this, which means you probably should be okay dating someone who goes to bed late, and sleeps till lunch. Be okay with getting a text message at 1am when my mind is wandering and I have a question or comment to share. Be okay with documenting our memories. Don’t get annoyed when I want to take a picture. I just want to remember this moment. A memory, with you. 

  • Society has created a stigma and I want that stigma to be erased.

    This darkness consumes you. The ache in your chest continues. Your head is throbbing from overthinking. You feel as if you’re drowning. You want to scream for help, but you can’t speak. You want to run from it all, but you’re stuck. Stuck in these motions. Motions that continue, and continue.

  • You got the man, and I’m jealous.

    The love of my life is standing in front of me, he kneels down, and removes a box from his pocket, and opens it facing me. The ring is beautiful, just like this moment. It’s everything I ever could have imagined and in that moment, I know God orchestrated this. He planned each second, and it’s amazing. I’m happy. Except, that hasn’t happened yet. No, don’t cross out yet. It will happen, just hasn’t yet. I feel like we’re in the middle of ‘everyone change your status to in a relationship on Facebook, and let’s post our new engagement ring photos, and such’ season. My feed is being filled with rings, and…