Let’s say there’s a female person in your life. Could be a friend, a co-worker, your mom, sister or girlfriend. Let’s say that female person loses weight. And it triggers the crap out of you. You can’t stop looking at her. You can’t stop...
Confession! I haven’t been journaling. Like at all. For at least 2 months. My journal is open, right next to me, but there are no words than want to come out, no thoughts that want to be spilled on those beautiful pages. Or maybe there’s just a huge...
There’s a black hole in my belly. A huge, see-through black vessel that is affecting everything: my days my feelings my outlook on life. There’s a black hole in my belly. It’s been there for as long as I can remember. For as long as I’ve been. It’s not going anywhere....