Life is Beautiful

The other day, I was looking for some of my old poetry and I found myself scrolling through my old blog. My little that I wrote on semi-consistently from about age 15-18, and that I poured so much of my soul into. One of the last posts I ever did on there was a … Continue reading Life is Beautiful

My Faith

Faith. From my first memories I was told to have it, to live and breathe it, to cling to it like it's the last thing keeping me from drowning. It was something I was afraid to let go of, a part of my identity that I wasn't sure who I was without. Fear. There was … Continue reading My Faith