I am somewhat tired of writing reviews. Reviews force some sort of introspection. One that I don’t seem to be
I’m learning to extend grace to previous versions of me — warm hands to hug the person I was sometime
I think we all need people who don’t let go of us. Because sometimes, you don’t know what’s good for
Some days, loving you is learning a new meaning of accommodation. It is figuring out, on the go, that my
Blissful nights when you tell me that finding me is god’s gift to you. That there must be someone up
Here’s what we mean when we say “men cry too”…
to be or not to be? what’s the fuss about talking stages?
A cursory glance at birthday depression and what the past year has been for me as I get older.
make time for joy because sorrow always makes time for itself
This book I read about attachment styles says I’m an anxious lover. So, although you have only been gone for all of two seconds, I miss you with all of my being…