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Open Letter to My Mom, Sept. 2025

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Via Google Hey, Mom, I don't know why I keep writing these. I guess to help me process things, maybe? To give me a place to say all the things I wish I could say to your face? We're getting married, Mom. Soon. I don't have an exact date and it won't be anything huge or fancy. But it's happening. I'm so excited and so scared. I get to spend the rest of my life with him. But what if I'm a horrible partner, a horrible wife? I've messed so many relationships up. I don't want to mess this one up too. So I'm going to work really hard and try every day to be better. To be the partner he deserves and to not mess this up. He makes me want to be better. He always has. And I know it won't be easy. It never has been. Our relationship has always taken work and effort from both of us, because we're human. But I wouldn't trade that work for anything ever. I know... I know marrying him means losing you forever. I know you will never be able to see pa...

Starting 2025: An Open Letter to my Mom

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Via Google Hey Mom, It's me again. I'm sorry; I wasn't planning on writing you again. But um, I'm really scared right now, and I wish you were here to reassure me. See, 2024 ended kinda rough. And 2025... 2025 is looking like it's going to be a big scary year. I guess I should tell you about 2024 first. A friend walked out. Someone I trusted. They said they cared. They said they would help. They didn't. It's left my little family scrambling. It doesn't feel like we have a lot of support. My in-laws can't seem to make up their minds about me. One day, they say I need to fix my life on my own. The next, they want to help and listen. I don't get it, and I don't know what to do. I spent Christmas alone because we weren't sure if I would be welcomed. That sucked a lot. We're moving soon. We're leaving the town we both grew up in and love so much. I don't know the city we're moving to very well. And it's a temporary move too...

For You

I swore I would never bleed again I swore I would cause no pain again I swore I would have no scars again I swore I would but I met you I met you and I would bleed for you I met you and I would die for you I met you and I would live for you

Lovers

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Via Google Different roots, same tree Different minds, same laugh Different thens, same nows No homes, save ours No future, save ours No love, save ours Chosen path, faced together Chosen life, shared together Chosen joy, loved together

Dear Younger Me

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  Via Google Dear younger me, I'm not who you thought you would grow up to be. I'm not who you hoped you would be, but I'm also not who you feared you would be. I know you wanted to be all the things your parents and religion told you to be. You wanted to be the good obedient woman. You wanted to be seen as worthy. To have Proverbs 31 quoted in referrence to you. You wanted to fit the box of good christian woman. I know you saw the way woman who didn't fit that roll were treated. I know you watched people smile at their faces and critize behind their backs. You feared growing up to be one of the people who did that to others. You didn't want to pretend like that, but you feared the options. You were taught that the only other choice wasn't good. The people in your life whispered about anyone who didn't measure up. As a teenager, your temper scared you. You thought you were too loud, too argumentive, too stubborn. You were told that men like woman with sweet ...

Open Letter to my Mom

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Via Google Hi, Mom. It's me.  I know we don't talk. I know that was my decision, but I wanna say a few things. You don't have to listen; that's ok. Really. I just... I just need to say them, and words were always the best way for me to express myself. Growing up, you told me I was too loud, too angry, too stubborn. You said I only listened to myself. You hated my need to be right. You hated how loud my emotions were and told me that they would get me in trouble. Maybe that's not how you really felt. I hope not. But that's what you communicated to my younger self. Parts of that are right and true. I was angry. My emotions were violent, and I didn't know what to do with them. I desperately, desperately wanted to be right. I was scared of being wrong. Being wrong meant punishment, the few things I loved taken away. I had so many siblings, and I always felt alone. I knew I didn't fit the box, and I knew I was supposed to. So I hid in things. I hid in Lord of...

My Life ~ April 2022

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Via Pinterest Hi. I'm back. And for the first time in a long time, I'm really, really happy. I'm not turning to this blog out of guilt or even to vent. I'm writing this because I actually want to. Which feels weird. I can't tell you the last time I wanted to write anything. The last time I posted anything was September of 2021. That post was... odd.  I was writing angry. It's probably been almost a year since I was in a good head space, and I can see it in that post. I've pretty much changed everything in my life since that September post. Exactly three things have stayed the same: my family, my job, and my cat. Literally everything else has changed. I moved, I have a different friend group, and I'm just overall trying to take control of my life and make it better. I'm making a lot of positive changes in my day to day. I'm eating and sleeping better. I'm spending more time with better people. I'm talking with my family more. I adopted a k...