A Letter To God For When You Can’t Understand But Still Believe

Dear God, I’m trying. I’m trying to understand my feelings, my confusion, my strengths, my weaknesses. But right now at this moment, I can’t. I can’t understand why I seem to be at a standstill. I can’t understand why right now my strengths can’t seem to outweigh my fears. I can’t understand why my resilient heart can’t seem to outweigh my faults and conflicts. I can’t understand why my emotions outweigh the facts. And I…

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The Mental, Emotional, and Physical Struggles Of Autoimmune Disease

I’ve been debating for a while now if this was something I wanted to share or keep private. I didn’t know if I wanted to risk the potential of being viewed in a different way. But then I realized – people don’t share enough about what’s real, what’s raw, and what’s LIFE. So, here it is. Recently, I was diagnosed with an autoimmune disease. Scary word, right? People see the word disease and basically think…

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Finding Yourself Half A World Away

If you’ve been keeping up with my Instagram, you know that: 1.) I’ve been solo-traveling in Italy this past week (details on why as my last comment below…) and 2.) I’ve been posting content non-stop about this more than beautiful place that is the Amalfi Coast – which everyone MUST visit at least once in their life! I’ve been so busy running around exploring the coastal towns (Positano, Praiano, Furore, Emerald Grotto, Amalfi, Ravello, Maiori,…

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Ciao, Italy!

The week is finally here, y’all! A year ago, lots of things changed in my life. I won’t go into the nitty-gritty deets, but long story short I realized how much more to life there is than just working a full-time job, saving money, and working through society’s chronological milestones. So, I made a promise to myself every year to visit 1-2 new countries to take in and experience all this world has to offer.…

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An Open Letter To God For When Your Heart Is Hurting

Dear God, my heart is hurting. It feels weak, exhausted, and conflicted. It feels used, tainted, and left behind. It’s hurting, and I don’t know why. It seems as though I have a million and one love languages; a million and one ways I am able to give and receive love and appreciation in all things. I desire feeling wanted, needed, appreciated, and adored just as much as the next person. I desire to share…

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