I promised when I last wrote that I would dedicate an entire post to the concert that I've been waiting for--pretty much ever since her last concert. Especially so since her newest album, Skin & Earth, was released. The concert was a week ago, and I've been meaning to write, but I felt that I… Continue reading L I G H T S
Ever since I took the Myers-Briggs personality test when I was younger, I have been extremely interested in my personality type. From the Myers-Briggs, I branched off into taking other types of tests. These range from Buzzfeed quizzes (in my defense, it was for amusement to see how accurate it could be) to Enneagram (which… Continue reading What’s My Type?
On the eve of the new year, I had an idea. I was going to write letters to people, people who have hurt me or that I've had to process a lot about. And I would never send these letters. Ever. My therapist has suggested doing this multiple times; not necessarily for all these people,… Continue reading Letters I’ll Never Send
For all of last week, I was visiting my grandparents back in SoCal. They live near the beach, which makes for wonderful weather, despite how frizzy it makes my hair. About an hour drive away from there is where I grew up from the beginning of middle school to the end of high school. I… Continue reading A Tint of Nostalgia
This question has been on my mind for awhile, and I recently talked about it with a friend: When do I feel it appropriate to share about my struggles with bipolar disorder? And another harder one: Why do I share? I realize that I'm fairly open about my disorder, definitely more than I used to… Continue reading Why I Share
This semester I'm taking an Intro to Public Speaking communications class and... I hate it. Well, I hate the times I'm up in front giving a speech. I've actually made a couple friends in the class already and I like hearing other people's speeches that give me an insight into what kind of people they… Continue reading Dramatic Reading
I'm constantly dealing with this internal dialogue, that's telling me I'm not as good as someone else and that I won't become the person I hope to be. Maybe it's not so much a dialogue as it is a monologue. A large part of me seeks validation from both those I know and those I… Continue reading … and that’s okay.