(written after time limit):I discovered #fiveminutefriday from friends I met doing #fmfpartysnailmail- a letter-writing group I joined after meeting the founder of said group through SheReadsTruth (so much internet it hurts). The premise: Thursday nights, you get a one word topic and 5 minutes to write. No editing or overthinking, just writing. It looked like… Read More Ten (Five Minute Friday)
“you are more than your anxiety,“ I heard a voice in my head as I read my latest devotional. And I kept hearing it, over and over as I read. “you are more than your anxiety.” You’d think this would be comforting or reassuring or something for me. It wasn’t. Not because it wasn’t a… Read More more than.
I cannot sew to save my life. It’s funny, because my mom is a master seamstress. She’s told me stories of growing up, where she’d stop at the fabric store in the afternoons, and by nightfall she’d have a new dress for school the next day. Mom got me a little sewing kit for my… Read More he hems me in.
*before I write: I finally switched over from blogger to wordpress. My blogger was attached to an old email account, and I had to write in a different browser because of it. Also, wordpress just feels more grown up, so I made the switch! all my blogger posts are still intact, and I transferred them… Read More Cheers to 23.
I’ve been home almost 7 days and haven’t unpacked a single box.It sits in the exact same spot I (literally) threw it all in after moving home. (Shows you how important everything in my dorm room was, huh?) I have just been plain exhausted. I’ve barely had energy to get out of bed, let alone… Read More emotions on emotions on emotions (aka senior year).
today was not my favorite day. My emotions were scattered about leaving and saying goodbye (that’s a post for later); I was stressed out from moving out of the dorm; my mom was being her typical drama queen self- stressful days bring out the WORST in my mother. I left the dorm in tears. I… Read More the purple bird.
*really: i need people. I NEED people. I’ve spent so much of my life fighting against community. I’ve spent most of my life running in the opposite direction. Afraid to let people in. I’m fiercely independent in some ways. I like being by myself, doing things by myself. I grew up with the notion that… Read More people need people.
We are 6 weeks in to spring semester, and I’m utterly exhausted. Classes are great, albeit tedious; it’s just the weight of it all that’s killing me. Time is moving ever so slowly this semester, and I haven’t decided if that’s a good thing or not. I mentioned in my last post about how much… Read More my right now.
Well, 2014 is officially over. I’m not too sad to see it gone, honestly. 2014 was an okay/good year until mid-September/early October, when all hell broke loose. My mental health kinda just fell apart… and it’s been unraveling ever since. Panic attacks and anxiety have been my life since October, and it’s absolutely crippling. I… Read More Let’s All Be Brave {My One Word 2015}
Well, it’s Christmas. Technically it’s 2am on Christmas as I write this, so I should be sleeping, but oh well. (and no, I’m not up tracking Santa on NORAD, though it might be a good distraction tool from writing this….) Did anyone else try really hard to get into the Christmas spirit this year only… Read More the weary world rejoices {hope is alive}