Some days the world feels like winter without an end, all sharp edges and frozen air, and on those days, he arrives like sunlight slipping through a cracked window. Not loud, not demanding, just warm enough to remind me that cold isn’t permanent. His presence thaws parts of me I didn’t know had gone numb. In a life filled with noise and collision, he is a hush, a gentle pause where my heart can fi... » Continue Reading
I once believed I was loved by the people around me. I felt it, or at least I thought I did. But after sitting with my thoughts, I realize that something is missing, I don’t truly feel loved. Why do I so often feel like I am too much? Like my presence asks for more than others are willing to give? I carry this constant fear of being disturbing, of taking up too much space simply by needing. Yet al... » Continue Reading