My instincts are for me first, then they guide my actions so they can be chosen with consciousness.
My instincts are for me first, then they guide my actions so they can be chosen with consciousness.
It’s taken me all my life to get to the good stuff, and now I just can’t waste time on what gets in the way.
My little girl’s smile— as she wakes from sleep.
The dark lingers back there, in that forest. It used to be home. But I found my way out.
Journaling reminds me that my experiences are real, my feelings matter, and I can return to them whenever I start to doubt myself.
His love seeps like honey wine, intoxicating.