Untitled

Let me tell you what’s going on in my🌏world. I went to court on the 23rd 🤔thinking it was the 🔚end. Wrong. That was just the kick in the forehead I didn’t see coming. Now I’m stuck in this loop: waiting on 🧑‍⚖lawyers who don’t🤙call back, heading back to court on the 21st, and checking in with a bail bondsman every Wednesday like ⏲clockwork.I feel like a criminal. Every Wednesday, every court…

Are you superstitious? Im forty-eight years old. I run my🏚house, I keep my 🕊peace, and I don’t take any 🐂💩bullshit from anyone. My 🧬life is built on logic and a strict 📅schedule because a 🧹🧽🧼clean 🏠  is the only way I keep a 🧽🚱clean 🤯mind. But then, a 🐈‍⬛️black cat crosses the 🛣street or a 🪞mirror cracks, and suddenly, all that 🆙️”grown-up” 🐂💩bull shit is goes out the 🪟window. It’s a glitch. My…

I have  never rode on a train before. I’ve always wanted to. Maybe one day. It’s just not my time right now. I bet it is something different about taking a train. Not the rushed, elbow-to-elbow like the chaos at the airports. Not the stop-and-go frustration of highways. A train moves with its own pace. I wonder if a train ride is peaceful were you sit down, and for once, life doesn’t feel like…

What strategies do you use to cope with negative feelings? We need to have a serious talk about the neighborhood between your ears. For most of us, it’s a high-crime district. We let every stray thought, every “what-if,” and every past mistake set up red fires in the living room.If you’re stuck in a negative spiral, I have news for you: we are the detective, the judge, and the jailer of our own…

We all know the basics of staying fresh, but sometimes the smallest spots are the ones that carry the most 🏋weight. There is a deep connection between our environment and our headspace—a 🧹clean 🏚house often leads to a 🫧clean 🤯mind—but that clarity has to start with how we handle our own daily routines. It’s easy to hop in the 🚿shower and just go through the motions.But think about the places we…

Daily writing promptWhat are three objects you couldn’t live without?View all responses Ultimately, these three things—the leash, the silence, and the journal—are more than just items in my home. They are the tools that allow me to show up as the woman I want to be: a supportive wife, a doggy mom, a resilient survivor, and a proud advocate for my own well-being. Living with a disability and…