Confessions of an Insecure Woman – First Love, First Cut

My mother use to tell me that I was an old soul. Perhaps this is the reason I was obsessed with finding love at a very young age. In 6th grade I was writing poetry, broken words flowing from my pen. It wasn’t until 7th grade that I experienced my first real heartbreak.  I was on my … More Confessions of an Insecure Woman – First Love, First Cut

Confessions of an Insecure Woman – Introduction

I still remember the first knife in my back. The second, third, fourth, and fifth. Those wounds, they’ve tried to heal. Some days as I stare up at the sky.. I get lost while envisioning a life filled with peace. A life of constant growth, leaving the past where it belongs. A pain free life. One with no … More Confessions of an Insecure Woman – Introduction


This weeks post will be a short one but I hope it gives you a little inspiration for the upcoming week. RISE  At times it feels like I have hit rock bottom and that there is no where to go. No stairs to climb.. no button to press that will take me up. At times … More RISE

My Relapse

I haven’t been honest with my readers. Not as honest as I told myself I would be when I started this blog. The last few months of 2016 were not my best. My mental health wasn’t at it’s best. I haven’t talked or told many people about this but I feel that it’s time. In … More My Relapse

Quote of The Day

Hello! I’m late but today’s quote of the day comes from a conversation I had with my mother last night. Not everyone you meet is meant to stay in your life, when it’s time for them to go.. Let them. Some people come in your life as blessings, others are lessons and sometimes it’s both. … More Quote of The Day

Coping Skills

Everyone has something that helps them, something that gives them a break from the mental and emotional disturbances they are enduring. That being said sometimes we utilize certain skills believing that they are helping us deal with whatever is going on when truth be told we are just hurting ourselves. Something I rarely talk about … More Coping Skills

Piece By Piece

I once loved Once? Piece by piece Years of tears caused by unhealed wounds I’d cover them, the bleeding will stop soon Or, there will be others Poking and picking at the wounds The wounds that time were supposed to heal But I didn’t give it time Barely recovered Another piece of me Another lover … More Piece By Piece