The Long Way Home

Today is my birthday. I’m 33 years old, which is pleasing in a way that is telling of my propensity for obsessive-compulsive isms. You see, I have a tendency to seek out the comforting relief born of patterns, of repetition and balance – so the smooth, curved lines of two threes, back-to-back, feels inexplicably calming. 2,028 more words


Solaced and refreshed

“My heart, which is so full to overflowing, has often been solaced and refreshed by music when sick and weary.”Martin Luther

I connect with a lot of things Martin Luther said, but none more than this quote.  197 more words

How Could I Want More

Music is one of the most incredible forms of expression. The poetic way with which people arrange notes together in just the right key at just the right tempo to convey any and every emotion fascinates me. 502 more words

I Am Worth The Struggle

When thoughts seem to spiral out of control and I can’t get a grasp on my equilibrium, I have to remember that I am worth the struggle. 157 more words


Head in the Clouds


I wrote a few days ago on struggling with feeling disconnected from myself and feeling as though I was without an identity. How do I cope with this in a more abstract sense?  265 more words

Mental Health

Filmatic Traumatic

You’ve been distant for too long

The tropes and trials of the screen

Bleed long into your life’s scenes

Our dialogues, a played out cliche… 34 more words


Catharsis: Or, when sadness and pain turn to anger

Even when you recognize that the time has come to move on from sadness, the pain that caused it doesn’t stop existing. This is a brief look at what turning what was sadness, into anger, feels like. 895 more words

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