Last night, I had a dream. It was a complicated, confusing, hazy, bizarre dream; are they ever any different? In fact, it was so weird, that I can’t put it into words what I viscerally experienced. My mind is struggling to put together a half-finished puzzle of our...
I’m unraveling. The last 3 weeks have been … fucking hard. I’ve been hitting rock bottom (again) and have been struggling to stay afloat more often than not. It’s ridiculous when you look at the “facts” of what happened in the last...
Writing feels like a drug. It’s highly addictive, exhilarating and transforming. However, unlike the negative side effects of drugs, writing brings forth clarity, sanity and relief. Well, the last characteristic is true for drugs too. At least, temporarily. But I...
Last June, I began an exciting journey as a writer for the Wild Sister Magazine; a magazine that promotes community, self-love and authenticity. I was beyond excited and to this day, writing for Wild Sister remains one of the highlights of every month. The only thing...
I had a breakdown. I was talking to my mom on Facebook – yeah, that’s what we do. All the time. – and suddenly, I was sobbing uncontrollably. In a Starbucks of all places. As people were trying to figure out if I was a case for the mental health ward, I tried to...
Dreams. Powerful. Foreboding. Reflective. I’ve always been puzzled by dreams and their meaning. I remember dreaming of David Beckham (in a so not sexual way) and thinking about the weird fact that this guy doesn’t even know me and yet here I am, snoozing...
