Peaceful Freedom

The other day I stumbled upon something I wrote when I was 17 that spoke of the things that I dreamt of for my future. It talked of living in a city far away from my hometown, sitting on top of mountains, and using words to change the world.  Greenville may be a far cry

The Grief of a Broken Design

I’m going to begin with some vulnerability- I’m back in therapy. This was a choice that wasn’t easy. I knew I had struggled with depression in the past, but I believed that to be behind me, as I had a round of extremely helpful therapy my freshman year of college. This time, I simply thought I

The Art of Existing

It’s been a while. In fact, it’s been almost two years since I’ve felt the burning desire to create something and launch it out into the world. In the past two years, I have experienced the beauty of a first love and have then felt the agony of a first heartbreak. I have worked tirelessly

Hashtagged Hoaxes

This is the excerpt for your very first post.