I fell pregnant many years ago. No words can describe the feeling you get when you’re told you finally have the opportunity to carry one of your greatest desires. That it was implanted within your belly, a place that would be its sanctuary, it’s home. This is where it would move from being a mere… Continue reading My Pregnancy

Living hurts. And it doesn't hurt once. It hurts multiple times. Over and over again. Some injuries form little unremarkable scabs which serve as little reminders of what we've survived. Others however form excavations in the deepest parts of our beings that each time we look into them, we bleed yet again. Wound care in… Continue reading Untreated wounds go septic

I wish more people would talk about how easy it is think yourself out of your dreams because you feel you’re not good enough. How the ghosts of past failures, traumas and pain haunt your existence in the present turning it into a sad fable of what could’ve been instead of what is.  I don’t… Continue reading Not Guilty