I let my anxiety wash over me as I try to get to the heart of my emotional disturbance
The mountains I feared climbing turned out to be, on close inspection, a hill with a safe and inviting trail
To live, is to regret. To not live, is to regret. But, what would you regret more?
Happy one year birthday to this blog, and our relationship!
In trying to relieve pain, I come face to face with a painful memory I realised I had never addressed.
Pain is unending, but that’s life for you.
Sitting by the ashes of my trust, waiting on a phoenix to rise, or a strong wind to blow it away
To, my Superwoman’s Superwoman. Thank you for making me better than I could have ever been.
Mid rant, I realise that standing in another’s shoes could never triumph seeing through another’s eyes
How my feelings on sharing my personal space mirror my thoughts on opening up my heart