Poetry hides nothing.

Introducing a series discussing my own tools for dealing with anxiety. First up: soft light, soothing sounds, and satisfying stories.

Routines are no longer helpful when they become rigidity.

I am the reason my dreams haven’t grounded. I have to stop letting my moods get in the way. With a little inspiration from Liz Gilbert.

The journey is dark. The journey is clumsy. The journey sucks.