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Today was a gift. A day filled with angst, excitement and wonder. Wonder about the future, while reflecting on wonders from the past. Wonders of the present and the amazing friends whom came to support. I looked around and wondered about the girl I used to be when I was writing my poems. I wondered about the woman I have become since then. Not afraid to use my voice, not afraid to express my feelings. Fearless and wise.

The author expo today was a moment to reflect upon not only the success of my writing, but the growth of my identity.

This time, as my mind whispered, “I don’t even care anymore….” I found myself slightly starting to believe it.

Contrary to previous misconceptions, it was a terrifying and liberating feeling all at once.

This is quite possibly the worst place you want to be at with me.

With each fall I turn over a new leaf.

I find it increasingly difficult to write when I am happy. It is almost as if my pen is only useful when I am suffering from mental wounds and emotional shame.

Wishing I could rid this writers block, without sacrificing happiness. Finding that balance.

Much Love. XoXo.