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that takes over me sometimesnot just an “I’m tired” kind of tired. No, this feeling burrows its way down into my bonesit incapacitates meleaving my brain a steaming pile ofmushleaving my body feeling as thoughit’s run a marathonlike I haven’t slept in weeksIt creates an ache in my jointsholes in my psycheAnd the only way
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In January of 2024 we moved my Nana into my parents house. Her health was failing and so was her mind. She was no longer able to live alone anymore and she hated that fact. The woman had been independent her entire life. And now at 90 years old she was forced to be cared
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Before I turned 30 I always had this overwhelming fear that once my twenties was over, so was life. Whatever I hadn’t accomplished, whatever goals I hadn’t checked off- it was too late. Like 30 was this ticking time bomb. Like I would turn the big 3 – 0 and somehow never be capable of
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I wrote a poem based on this quote just last week. Since the moment I heard this quote, it resonated with me. It’s so incredibly true. So many people live their lives in a grey cloud. Getting up in the morning, completing the routines of the day like robots. Forgetting to look around. Never pausing
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When my pen hits the pageits as if I’m carried awaylike a fallen leaf in a streamfloating along the soft currentwater pushing forwardaround bends and turnsover fleeting rapidsManuscript morphing, creatingcasting out my WorriesSadnessAngerlike a violent mudslideground concavingrocks cascadingwarping the mountain sideEach page a new worldallowing me the freedomto teleport between realitiesto wear the shoes of
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Christmas has always been my favorite holidayThere is something magic in the atmosphere at that time of yearChristmas trees glowing in windowsbulbs wrapped around trees and bushescreating miles of decorative neighborhoodsThe chill in the air perfect for living room fires,families piled together on couches,under fuzzy blankets,festive movies on repeathot chocolate in hand,laughter ringingThere is something
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My mornings are typically when my productivity is at an all time high. After a short walk to breathe in the morning air,a small, easy breakfast anda cup of iced coffeeI am ready to cease the dayI plan out my days so that my larger tasks are completed earlyas the day wears on my brain
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Some days keeping yourself together is hard. There are days when getting out of bed in itselfis a choreBut, somehow you doBoth feet on the floor,dragging but movingdoing the thingseven as your brain fights youbegging you to stop, to lay back downevery step of the wayIt is these days when giving yourself graceis an absolute
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You were the last risk I tookor at least the last one that meant something to meThose words falling from my lipsyour eyes, panicked staring back at mineMe looking to the floor in the awkward silenceYou taking a deep breatha sigh that echoed through my bonesyour words falling like anvils crushing memaiming me As if
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