Just as dying matter becomes the soil through which new growth may flourish, the parts of us that we leave behind make room for our own subsequent growth and blossoming.

Love - whether it be for a person, place, or thing - can create a space of safety, solace and self-discovery; . This same love can also serve as a catalyst through which we find ourselves disconnected from reality, authenticity and all we know to be part of thy self.

I think often times, when we feel broken, we look outwardly for comfort, when the real answers to our deepest, most all-encompassing healing are found within….

I hid. I hid behind a wall of perceivable perfection. I portrayed myself as someone who had it all together; someone who never struggled. Why? Because the world told me that was commendable - that to be an admirable human was to always have your positive pants pulled up to your armpits and not let anything rock you. I'm not hiding anymore…