I have spent the majority of my life looking for somewhere to fit in—for someplace to belong. […]
I’ve come to the startling realization that I don’t have any friends. I have a handful of people […]
For the last few years– since my Grandmother’s passing–I have struggled to find where I fit in the world. A major part of who I am–or rather, who I was– depended on her. She was the Matriarch, and I was her dutiful right hand. With her being gone, I felt like I didn’t have any family that I knew inherently that I could count on. I’m an only child but I grew up surrounded by my aunts, uncle, and cousins. I never felt alone. Even after my family had issues, I still had my G-Ma. But with her gone, and my family members dealing with their own grief in the best way they knew how, I felt alone again. Whether it was true or not.
One year ago, today, I started this blog. A whole year. 365 days. 52 weeks, 26 paychecks. And […]
When someone shows you who they are, believe them the first time. – Maya Angelou I’m sure […]
There are plenty of kids who grow up in the world without knowing one or both of their […]