Poem Saturday

A Psalm of Life by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Tell me not, in mournful numbers,Life is but an empty dream!For the soul is dead that slumbers,And things are not what they seem. Life is real! Life is earnest!And the grave is not its goal;Dust thou art, to dust returnest,Was not spoken of the soul. Not enjoyment,

Poem Saturday

I decided during the weekends I’m going to keep it light. I had a very triggering morning due to one of the meetings I attended, which is why I’m gonna keep it light. One of my favorite poems is by Robert Frost called “The Road Not Taken.” I did not know he wrote it as

Self Care

Before I start to really get into the traumas of my past I need to remind myself of the importance of self care. When I first heard the term self care I thought it was some kind of selfish thing to do. Why take time for yourself when there are so many other things to

Bad Days

What do your bad days look like? Mine are times spent in bed meditating, praying, and being kinda angry at the world.