half love

To me, loving somebody means accepting them as they are, all flaws included. It means choosing to help them even when they’re irritating, even when they’re a hysterical mess and all you want to do is turn the other way. Sometimes it’s a choice- to admit you’re wrong, put your pride aside, and pick them back up. We all deserve real love. It all seems so simple- and yet it is not. Continue reading “half love”


I think it’s safe to say that everybody worries sometimes. It’s only human, but for some of us worry becomes a force that controls our lives. I know this first hand- I’m not ashamed to admit that I’ve struggled with fear and anxiety. For a while I even allowed it to change who I was. Continue reading “anxiety”