Today I am starting day one of being honest and being honest with kindness. For so long, I have prioritized kindness to the point where I have neglected honesty. As a result, the kindness I give can make the receiver feel as if it is artificial or even (I am ashamed to say this) manipulation, … Continue reading How do you practice honesty?
What is self-respect? To me, self-respect is knowing what is best for yourself and acting on it despite what others' might feel or think about your actions. Right now, I don't have self-respect, and I'm not sure why or how I have lost it over the past couple of years. I used to be able … Continue reading Asking for a friend: how do I start practicing greater self-respect?
A gift I never gave to you remains in the box I bought it in.
This post was originally composed in February 2018. Falling for someone and moving on for the first time is like taking on a highway the first time you get behind the wheel: you've only seen driving from the passenger's side, but now you're living in the driver's seat. Everything happens so fast. I found myself … Continue reading The first heartbreak is like a car crash: sudden and painful
This post was originally composed in September 2017. It was published for the first time in September 2018. As children, we have fears of the darkness. We sleep with nightlights and ask our parents to stay with us for only "one more minute" just so we have enough time to dose off— I've never liked the … Continue reading Learning to feel the rain
I like to hold onto memories like no other. Those hoarders shows on TLC? I'd be on it, except when the host would open the door to my apartment, they would find a spotless floor, clean kitchen and well-organized room. Little would they know about the cluttered, dissheveled storage bins occupying valuable space in my … Continue reading The first time I chose moving on
When I was seven years old, I envisioned myself standing on stage with a crowd of thousands before me. My arms would reach as wide as my less than five-foot frame could extend and I’d give my fans the hug of the world. In my right hand, I would sport a silver, sparkle-emblazoned microphone accented … Continue reading Stages in Life: Where I was, and Where I am Now