body positivity, health, Mental Health, weight loss

When The Love Runs Out

The love ran out a bit this week. A small crack had worked its way into the foundation and over time it wore away the veneer and the strength. Eventually a trickle came and then suddenly a flood of love poured out of my vessel, leaving me all but empty. I have learned to love… Continue reading When The Love Runs Out

Mental Health, writing

I’m writing a book. I hate it.

When I watched the film "Secret Window" starring Johnny Depp, it was the first time I confronted the concept of a writer's retreat and I loved it (spoilers: minus all the psychosis and murder). Living with writers block these past two years especially has been hell and I've often romantisized the notion of escaping to… Continue reading I’m writing a book. I hate it.

Bereavement, Mental Health, motherhood, Opinion, Thirties

You Will Not Use Me – Being The Child Of A Social Climber

I grew up knowing with absolute certainty one thing about my mother: she knew how to recognize useful people. For better or worse, she had a keen sense of who she could charm and how to charm them in order to get the most out of that relationship. My mother had a knack for befriending… Continue reading You Will Not Use Me – Being The Child Of A Social Climber

Mental Health, Opinion

When Someone You Love Has Been Sexually Assaulted

These past few weeks I've watched in horror and support of the women who bore witness against Dr. Larry Nassar, the USA Gymnastics doctor who sexually assaulted at least 150 women, many of them minors as young as 12, over the span of his decades long career. In these moments where I'm lost in their… Continue reading When Someone You Love Has Been Sexually Assaulted

body positivity, Feminism, Mental Health, Opinion, Thirties, weight loss

Why You Will Never Make Me Hate My Body Again

WARNING : This post contains information about my past eating disorder and may be triggering to some people. Please click away now if this subject matter is not something you want/need to see. I have always been "thicc". As a teenager I had wide hips, thick thighs, an ample booty, and a small waist. This… Continue reading Why You Will Never Make Me Hate My Body Again

Marriage, Mental Health, motherhood, Opinion, Parenthood, Thirties

When Someone You Love Loves Someone With A Mental Illness

Navigating the difficult journey of loving someone with a mental illness is a daunting task, requiring more grace and resolve than most people think they're capable of. When we look at someone who has a physical illness or disability, we can see how cruel it would be to leave a person in the midst of… Continue reading When Someone You Love Loves Someone With A Mental Illness

Feminism, Mental Health, motherhood, Opinion, Parenthood, Southern, Thirties

To The Women Who Have Hurt Me: I Forgive You

This has been a long time coming. I didn't intend to get to this point. As a matter of fact, I thought myself brave for not even considering forgiveness. It took me years to work up the courage to get justifiably angry and once I got there, it never occurred to me that there'd come… Continue reading To The Women Who Have Hurt Me: I Forgive You

Feminism, Mental Health, Opinion, Thirties

Nude

I want to take my clothes off. I want to feel the sun and the breeze touching every part of me. I want it to wrap its tendrils through my pubic hair, caress my thighs, and kiss my breasts. Not because they are sexual, and not for any form of sexual gratification, but because I… Continue reading Nude

Bereavement, Feminism, Mental Health, motherhood, Opinion, Southern

Alabama Would Make Mama Proud

In Alabama this week something unexpected happened. For the first time in 25 years a Democrat won a Senate seat. The odds were stacked against Senator Jones, but despite this, he won with a 1.5% lead over his opponent, accused sexual predator, Christian extremist, and twice removed from office, Judge Roy Moore. If you've read my… Continue reading Alabama Would Make Mama Proud

Bereavement, Mental Health, Parenthood, Thirties

Deep Quiet – Finding Calm In The Midst Of Panic

I started having panic attacks in high school. I didn't know that's what they were at the time. I thought maybe something was wrong with my brain. I blamed them on lack of sleep or not eating enough for breakfast.  Like clockwork they'd arrive, first period, about 20 minutes into the school day. I'd be… Continue reading Deep Quiet – Finding Calm In The Midst Of Panic