Some nights, the silence doesn’t soothe—it stings. The bed doesn’t offer the same safety, comfort, warmth, and sensuality it once did. It’s true, one of my partners still sleeps peacefully near me…but I’m not sleeping. The other side of the bed is empty, half-hopeful, and half-hurt. The part that’s missing isn’t just a body. It’s…
This one’s for anyone who’s tried to be understood and found themselves knocking on the wrong damn door. I’ve been reading Let Them by Mel Robbins, and I realized I didn’t practice what I’ve been learning. I dropped the ball in rather glorious fashion, which led to a messy, spiraling conversation with Dustin. When I…
There’s this moment—like clockwork—when I’m meditating.I’ve got my headphones in. The tones are doing their cosmic magic on my brain. I’m finally slipping into that blissed-out, buzzed-in, ego-less expanse where I forget I even have a grocery list, let alone a body. And then… The music stops. Not just fades. Not gently wafts away on…
In my last post, I shared how difficult it was for me to let Dustin hold his misperceptions about me. I desperately wanted to correct his feelings, explain myself, and make sure he saw me the way I saw myself. This struggle to be understood — and the deep fear of being misunderstood — is…