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  • Three hours until takeoff

    Three hours before I was supposed to leave for the airport, I was sitting in an emergency room listening to a doctor explain why I shouldn’t get on the plane. My heart sank as I realized I had to choose between the safest decision and a dream I’d carried for years.

  • Yesterday, I Needed Quiet

    For the past few weeks, I’ve been sleeping more than I have in a long time. I’ll wake up only to fall back asleep again. Projects I’ve been excited about sit untouched. Chores around the house feel bigger than they should. I honestly don’t know why. Yesterday was no different. I almost didn’t go.

  • The Weight of Wonder

    Two nights before leaving for the Pacific Northwest, I find myself surrounded by wrinkled itinerary pages, hiking gear, and a dream I’ve carried for nearly half my life. What begins as a story about planning slowly becomes something much deeper: learning that simply standing in the place you’ve longed for can matter more than finishing…

  • Chapter Seven: Return to Wonder | Perfectly Imperfect Life

    For years, the Pacific Northwest has lived somewhere in my imagination. As July begins, I’m reflecting on why some places stay with us long before we’ve ever arrived and how learning to notice beauty has quietly changed the way I move through the world.

  • The Things Beneath the Thing

    Lately I’ve been reminded that trauma rarely lives in one moment. It weaves itself through years of experiences, attaching itself to people, words, memories, and feelings we don’t even realize are connected. This week, my brain decided it was finally time to show me a few of those connections, and as uncomfortable as that was,…

  • 241 Days Later

    For so much of the last week, I have been focused on what felt broken. The Body Dysmorphia. The RSD. The exhaustion. The darkness that likes to lurk in the shadows, waiting for an opportunity to convince me that I am weaker than I really am. Monday reminded me that while those things may always…

  • Loved Anyway

    After several days spent battling Body Dysmorphia, RSD, exhaustion, guilt, and self-doubt, I walked into my first confession expecting to leave feeling lighter. That isn’t exactly what happened. What I found instead was something I wasn’t looking for: reminders that even in the middle of my mess, my mistakes, and my struggles, people kept showing…

  • The Whys

    Some days sadness feels heavy. Other days it’s not sadness at all. It’s exhaustion. The kind that settles into your bones after you’ve spent days fighting battles nobody else can see. The kind that makes simple decisions feel overwhelming and turns every unanswered question into something larger than it probably is. Friday wasn’t about answers.…

  • Am I Enough?

    Most people saw an ordinary Thursday. I saw a woman standing in front of a closet with tears in her eyes, trying to understand why a few extra pounds, a first confession, and the absence of a familiar routine could unravel her so completely. The answer wasn’t really about any of those things. It was…

  • Where Love Stays

    Dave welcomed me into his life with open arms and a smile that made you feel like you belonged. Five years later, I sat beside his bed as his final days unfolded, holding his hand and trying to make sense of the quiet, painful reality of goodbye. This is the story of those final days,…