LIGHT FROM THE DARK MIND

 We are girls with anxiety. We are girls with anxiety. The type that experiences emotional exhaustion we can’t even explain because we spend so much time thinking and planning and overthinking and apologizing and replaying scenarios in our minds wondering about different outcomes. We are girls with anxiety. The type that has calendars booked and appointments set months in advance. The type who has everything color coded and organized and on some list that we always seem to accomplish even if it means losing sleep to get whatever we need done. We’d rather do that than ever disappoint anyone or disappoint ourselves. The type that never says no to people. The type that is always on time or speeding to get there so we are, as we curse at red lights under our breath. We are girls with anxiety. The type that stays up at night and doesn’t sleep more than 5-6 hours because our minds never stop racing. We replay the past like it’s some catchy true that gets stuck...

This Is Why I Write   Writing is how I express myself. It’s how I make sense of the world I live in and the thoughts that I have . I write to find my voice – the voice that doesn’t always speak the truth to people but find its authenticity on paper. I write to try to understand the person that lives inside me, the person that confuses me sometimes and comforts me every now and then. I write to share my stories. The stories that actually happened and the stories that I wished had happened. I write to live my dreams through my words as if by reading them I can actually believe them. I write to forget certain people, or maybe I write to remember them. I write to connect with strangers, to make new friends and to know that I’m not alone. I write to expose the vulnerability that I try to curb every day. I write to free   myself. I write to let people know how much I love them and how much they mean to me. I write about my past to remember ...