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Dating has never been my strong suit. My relationship history looks like something off of Jerry Springer. I’ve been cheated on, lied to, and manipulated. If you open up the dictionary to “codependent,” you’ll see a picture of a malnourished, zombie-esque me giving a thumbs up. To say the least, not a great track record.
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This will be your second birthday that you will not be here in your corporeal form. As your birthday nears and I see the date growing nearer, I am served this constant reminder. Has it gotten easier since we lost you in the physical world? No. Absolutely not. Has the intensity of the grief subsided?
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I finally got some fucking answers! If you have been following my gastrointestinal saga at all, you’ll know that my poor tummy has been turned upside down by some ungodly, unknown force. At the drop of a dime, I grow nauseous and experience unnecessary intestinal torture for the next several hours. Doctors ran tests on
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My self-care journey started over five years ago at this point. I literally began from scratch and learned how to incorporate self-care basics into my daily routine. My self-care developed into deeper insight, a spiritual connection, and learning about my inner turmoil and its effects. Boy, oh, boy, and has it been a journey. However,





