Category: #Grief

“Success is on the way, I feel it in the distance Used to look up at the stars and be like ain't too much that's different I be shinin', they be shinin', get your one shot don't you miss it What you know bout' wakin' up everyday like you on a mission? I hope you … Continue reading Day 912

There are things that pop into one’s mind over and over again. Why? What is the purpose? I often find myself gazing into the nothing. The tree branches against a clouded sky. The old dried leaves still covering the grounds from this last winter. Listening to the wind whispering or loud angry roars. Speaking to … Continue reading Day 909

How long does it usually take to wake up? I feel as though I have been waking up in larger ways slowly over time since 2012…. Maybe even before? No 2012 was when I decided I would at least attempt to fight for me. I was thinking about the act of waking up. I set … Continue reading Day 908

Yesterday I did some mass purging. I went through the mess I created throughout the winter. This was no metaphorical clutter, in fact this clutter was all too physical. As I sorted through old mail I threw into random drawers littered throughout my apartment, scraps of paper with random dialects and excess of those things … Continue reading Day 894

I am wavering again. In and among the trees I once knew so well. The light reflects in patterns. As if to invite me in. I hear Of Monsters and Men. Walk the Moon in the wind. It stings like winter never came. What if that was it? Winter came and froze over this heart … Continue reading Day 889

Dear tiny Jess, My morning meditation brought on a tidal wave of clarity. I’m sorry. Please forgive me. Thank you. I love you. It’s time to take back my innocent eyed little explorer. It’s time to dig and deep and pull out any lingering skewed ideals. To look directly at my deepest fears and address … Continue reading Day 862

This evening I was challenged. I was staring directly at one of my deep rooted fears. I know I am not alone in this. I had financial insecurity out the roof, I fell short as a mother, and was embarrassed as a member of society. I took the kids to the store to grab some … Continue reading Day 847

Bath time meditations 🧘‍♀️ "Dear insecurity I hate the way you make me feel I hate the things you make me think You make me sick to my stomach I wish that I wasn’t me Some days, when I wake up I see myself in the mirror I feel like what shouldn’t be couldn’t be … Continue reading Day 828