accept and choose

I accept that the only thing I can control is my state of mind.

I choose to be optimistic.

I choose to live.



learn to let your light out

Some days I wake up and all I feel
are the fractures in the flesh that covers the only me
I’ve ever known.

Some days,
it’s those exact fissures
that let the light hiding inside me
pour out
and cover in gold
everyone that found enough beauty in the cracks
to stand close.


Tyler Knott Gregson

menu of gratitude – a weapon

**This is the fourth post in an ongoing blog series, featuring some practical tools and activities. Fill up your arsenal and collect your weapons for recovery.


When day after day is spent in combat, nothing seems to matter anymore. We are perfectly dissociated from life’s harsh realities, ranging from pressures at work to a family member’s failing health.

We are also distracted from the world’s arrant beauty and our daily graces.


By counting our blessings, we can guard ourselves from one of our enemy’s most tantalizing strategies – isolation. With a clouded awareness, we become distanced from both positive people and experiences that give us reasons to live.

Mindfulness draws our focus away from the skin-and-bones surface, and allows us to find the beauty in life’s substance. Quite frankly, gratitude can help us heal and become whole again. It brings order to chaos, by showing us that what we have is actually enough.


By creating a running list of life’s simple gifts, we can see how naturally deserving we are. Concentrating intentionally on gratitude, suddenly our positives outweigh the challenges we face.

Create a menu of gratitude:

Before bedtime, ask yourself – What are you grateful for? The sugary smell of spring? The steam on your morning tea? The warm comfort of your mother’s arms? Do not disregard the seemingly small blessings. No gift should be denied. Every blessing personalizes your armor and builds your protection.


twenty-something wishes

When they asked me how old I was turning, I was at a loss for words – which is tough to do. I literally had to do the math. For this, I have developed two reasonable explanations; First, somewhere between Christmas and New Years, I was momentarily blinded by visions of sugar plums dancing in my head. Second, the last two years have passed with enough physical, emotional and spiritual growth to account for far more time.
Yes, I’ve grown up. I’ve learned a lot about my likes and dislikes, discovering my identity and living organically for the moment. I don’t have to let anyone know my whereabouts. I can fall asleep in my high heels if I want to. I can come home long after the street lights come on and maybe even when they go off again. I can spend all my paychecks on sequin pants, skittles, and concerts, hoping my landlord will have sympathy for a fashionable girl with a sparkly pocketful of ticket stubs.
Time is a human creation. The span of a year or the number of your age cannot encompass your learnings. I wish for my heart to remain youthful in all the ways that matter.