a thing called love


from the old love that saved my life over a decade ago to the love that affirmed it’s never too late, I am forever grateful for the lessons I’ve learned and the people that helped me learn them. love isn’t one specific thing, it’s different for everyone. love is a lot of trial and error, finding your boundaries and learning to communicate them in a healthy manner. honestly, that goes for all relationships: romantic, platonic, and familial. give yourself time, show yourself grace, and remember to always love yourself. take if from someone who knows, the rest will fall into place.

SLC

making room for me in 2023

what a year it has been! 2022 was full of laughter, love, loss, new life, great memories, and reminders that life is short and every day should be cherished as if it’s the last. as a Black woman in America, the events that kicked…

self love languages

love languages have been connected to intimate bonds and relationships for so long that we often forget we are capable of taking care of ourselves in the same way others can. sure, it’s nice to have someone to care for us in the ways…

my 5 self-care hacks

“My life is about to be incredibly blissful, the great thing is that I AM in control of that” get your own set of Confidence Stack & Anxiety Stack 1. date yourself I’m telling yall, there is no happiness that compares to what you…


dating with depression


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denial; amiright?

another summer passed, another missed chance junior year started and we went back to acting as if that summer didn’t happen. I was masking my depression a lot better, so much so that I was actually enjoying life again. I guess now is as good as time as any to mention my on-again, off-again boyfriend…

hellogoodbye.

if I hadn’t fallen before, I was completely smitten that summer sophmore year came to a close, but it was just the beginning for us. we spent every single day of that summer on the phone. from the moment we woke up, we were texting each other throughout the day. as soon as 9oclock hit…

metaphorical embrace

I was still struggling, but I did my best to put on a brave face my nights were spent silently crying as I called my brother’s phone over and over again just to hear his voice. there are no words that could accurately describe how much I missed him. & my days? – well, my…