wanderlust.

With the tide calm and the sun high above me.

I’d let the waves kiss my cheeks and whisper in my ears.

They’d clear my mind and wash away my worries and I’d feel at peace.

I could quietly lose myself.

I could lose everything in the rhythm.

Self-Love is misunderstood. Its not always bubble baths and pretty smelling candles and chocolate. Sometimes it’s not meditation or exercise or eating better. Sometimes self-love is just getting out of bed. Sometimes it’s begging for help. Sometimes self-love is telling yourself that it’s okay to have bad days. Sometimes its forcing yourself to do things you don’t want to do. Sometimes self-love is…

Today I’ve found myself feeling off.

Like a dull headache you can’t shake or a heaviness in your eyes you can’t sleep off.

I don’t want to move or talk or function.