I know what it feels like to go through rough times, and man, when I was going through those times, things seemed dreadful. I just remember trying to survive day-to-day. My flight, fight, freeze, fawn, fine, flock, and flop trauma responses became a constant state of my being (especially the flight, fight, and fine responses).

I guess in retrospect, I’ve worn masks before to conceal who I really am. The earliest I remember wearing a mask was in elementary school. I was really nervous about being introduced to a new class halfway through my fourth-grade year, so I put on the ol’ innocent lost-child act when the teacher introduced me

I wonder what people think when they meet me for the first time? I wonder what impression I leave them with? Don’t misunderstand me; what people think about me does not keep me up at night, but I wonder if people have a sense of who I really am deep down inside? (If they do,

I don’t know if I’ve always been a big thinker or if it just hit me later in life. I’ve been called a dreamer before, and I think that’s about right. I like to imagine all the possibilities this life has to offer, and I tend to overlook the obstacles standing in my way of

Everyone has secrets, except for probably babies. Well, I guess babies have secrets too because they do have dreams while they’re sleeping about who knows what. I have secrets, but I don’t think I have many. Yes, I have a few secrets, but I realize the older I get, the more I tend to let

I don’t know what I want to write about tonight. I’m trying to find inspiration or something that triggers my creative spark, and I’m struggling to find anything that does the job. I’m sure by the time this post is finished, I will have come up with something to talk about; it’s just that now

If I want to get to where I’m hoping to go in life, I have to do the work and be patient. “Rome wasn’t built in a day” is such a true statement, but to look at it now, it’s beautiful, ruins and all. I don’t know how this blogging thing is going to turn

  I’m exhausted. As much as I like writing, I’m having a hard time with it tonight. I don’t know if it’s because I have other things on my mind or if it’s just because I’m tired, but I’m going to press to get this done. I have a lot of work to do and a

  Recently, I have become excited about my life again. I realized that I have a lot to do, a lot to learn, and a lot to work towards, but I’m permitting myself to let my ambitions run wild. I’m in my mid-forties now, and I’ve been working, on and off, since the age of