Write what disturbs you, what you fear, what you have not been willing to speak about.
she carefully placed the crown on her head, it was who she really was, her strength and the battles she would win
It was an experience that she doted on because it defined her, her world-her reality. Unfortunately, the world constantly reminded her of the toxic truth that was the actual reality.
All that was there was passion, pleasure, and intensity.
I’m not thinking;I’m feeling”
Testosterone does not make great leaders: character does.
Our mind gets us through life in the most interesting ways
I made a vow to myself that every year in June I have to write at least one personal story. Why June? June is the National Scoliosis awareness month in the USA but I have been observing it regardless and I think it is something that can be global. This cause is personal to…
her body separate from her mind and her skin felt foreign to the hairs rooted in it.