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    Breathing is labor: one of those days

    One of those days when the song on the radio brings back time and it stays and every shed tear, every far-off laughter returns like a ghost from a former chapter. One of those days when my mother’s voice in my memory sways; all her quiet wars, her calloused grace, still a warrior, her love I held dear yet too often misplaced. One of those days when no word you offer can alter my haze as I name myself a failure, a field gone dry, where seeds of dreams fell but forgot how to rise. One of those days when I’d welcome the arms that once dealt me pain for…

  • Two diverse hands reaching out across a pastel horizon, symbolizing unity and connection, or separation

    When all else fails, move on

    Why are life experiences so repetitive?  That feeling when you know you’ve been there before, emotionally, and you already know what happens next. It’s so conflicting. It’s like you want to hit fast-forward to see if life surprises you this time. But it doesn’t. And you want to know what the (not so) funny thing about it is? You gained experienced the first time you were there, but somehow you still don’t know how to handle it; what the best course of action is, or what the process will be like. These are meant to be lessons, but I’ve learned nothing. What I’m referring to in this particular post is…

  • Artistic shot of a woman reflected in a mirror placed on grass

    I forgot

    In a bid to please everyone but myself I forgot my age, my purpose, my middle name am I here just to serve? am I to blame? I forgot what appeases me but very well know what provokes me I’d feed a mouth before my own a selflessness that’s costing me love freedom, peace, mental repose I forgot what I’m worthy of.

  • Toxic Positivity: Let’s Face It

    I’m so happy to see how many platforms are finally talking about toxic positivity. I’ve been saying it for years — that it’s okay to be a realist, it’s okay not to be okay, it’s okay to allow oneself to experience all the emotions that everyday life and certain situations trigger in your mind and body. Something I read recently said: Charles Darwin once declared emotional tears ‘purposeless,’ and nearly 150 years later, emotional crying remains one of the human body’s more confounding mysteries… Humans are the only creatures whose tears can be triggered by their feelings. Come on, Darwin, I think it’s self explanatory! (Had to be a man……