Can we rewrite our history the second time around and release pain without restraint, become amnesiacs to the past, live in the dementia of our future?

I am a woman who is unapologetic for who I am. How could I not be?

There is a darkness in me, that so very few see.

Find yourself
With someone
Who reminds you
Of your expansive nature
And courage
Anytime

It’s ironic that the thing we need protection from also seems to be the only thing that can protect us.

Some days, I love my eyes.
And others, they only remind me of all of the trauma they have seen.

I hope you nurture your mind, and if you feel overwhelmed by everything coming your way,

It starts with giving ourselves permission to fall apart.

the way you made your way into that thing i carry underneath my rib cage.

You cannot be fixed
For you are not broken
Even when you feel fucking crazy