Over the last few years, I feel like I've slowly been losing pieces of myself, then over the summer I got Covid. Ever since I had Covid I feel like mentally I've become a shell of my former self. My anxiety has been through the roof to the point where just saying hi to people can leave me with anxiety wondering if I did or said something wrong even though it was a simple conversation. I know this is just my brain playing tricks on me, but it still doesn't change the fact that every day is a struggle. It has been an uphill battle everyday finding the motivation to just get out of bed and do everyday tasks. I've also lost a bit of my passion for the things I love and enjoy in life like fitness and dance. I used to dance for hours in the studio by myself and would work on choreography, but I've lost that passion. I want to find that passion again and feel comfortable with being vulnerable in my art form again. I'm hoping that with creating this blog it allows me to explore my passions again while also telling my story and working through the things that have impacted my life's journey both negatively and positively.
"Not everyone was born in the princess room" -my momma
Sharing my life story through a series of poems, hard truths, and movement.
TRIGGER WARNING: Sharing my story includes stories of emotional abuse, eating and body image disorders, and discussion of depression and anxiety. Sending love & strength. Always open to talk. I firmly believe we need to be more kind to each other and support each other more! Life is too short to anything other than kind. Leave this world better than we found it <3