Tag: emotional healing
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A few nights ago, my ex-husband told me he thinks I am self-absorbed. And honestly? I agree with him. I think people hear the phrase “self-absorbed woman” and immediately picture somebody vain. Somebody emotionally shallow. Somebody obsessed with attention, appearances, or making everything about themselves. That is not the version of self-absorbed I became. Mine…
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The Mirror Incident That Started This Spiral Today was not supposed to be a double feature. The girls accidentally shattered my mirror last night, which apparently means they just signed a seven-year contract with bad luck before they even know how to spell “superstition.” Tiny cuts. Tears. Millions of glittering shards scattered across the freshly…
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How I Learned to Bleed in Verses and Stitch It Back Together in a Chorus There’s something almost alchemical about songwriting—the way a feeling you can’t explain suddenly finds a rhythm, a structure, a place to live outside your body. For me, that didn’t start with a guitar or a piano. It started with a…
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Sea Life Aquarium in Kansas City, Missouri 2022—where the tanks were glowing, the jellyfish were vibing, and I…was basically this duck. Bright on the outside, blue on the inside, plopped on a metaphorical plank because Dave decided to blow me off that day. Nothing like ocean ambience and a rubber duck to really highlight the…
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Some songs don’t explode.They echo. Some songs don’t tell you what happened—they let you feel what’s missing. Before we get into it, here’s how this post works. These lyrics are read without context—no backstory, no personal history, no explanation of who or what inspired them. Just the song as it exists on the page, the…
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When the World Feels Heavy There’s something about being at your emotional rock bottom that makes even the smallest, most fleeting moments feel like magic. Or maybe it’s not magic. Maybe it’s just the aching need for something—a spark, a softness, a reminder that beauty still exists out there. Somewhere. Post-Wedding Blues and a Keg…
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The Excuses That Keep Everyone Stuck There’s this phrase people love to hide behind: “When I ___, then I’ll be happy.”It sounds harmless — hopeful, even. But when you zoom out, it’s really just an excuse. I’ve lived surrounded by it. Ex-husband:“When I get a permanent position, we can have a baby.”He gets one.“When we…
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The Year of Needles ✨ I didn’t touch on this in Wednesday’s post, but in that last year—when everything with my ex-husband was unraveling—I reached for transformation the way some people reach for scissors. Instead of a haircut, I booked a whole day at Splash of Color. This was right before we moved up to…