When you have lost yourself beyond recognition, how do you even begin to love yourself?
What happens when your life doesn’t go as planned?
When the world came screeching to a halt on March 13, our home became very small.
I recently read “Untamed” by Glennon Doyle, and there is one line from the book that gets replayed in my brain constantly.
“We can do hard things.”
I can’t get it out of my head. Lately, I hear my inner dialogue saying this mantra over and over again.
Write. I should write.