Image Source: Unsplash- simon sun Comparison is the thief. The thief of joy. The thief of love. The thief of accomplishment. The thief of life. To compare is to waste our most precious gift: time. Wasting time counting what’s missing, instead of enjoying the things we have. The things that, one day, will live only…

Image Credit: Unsplash- Juhi Sewchurran There is still so much to look forward to. Achieving a dream. The next celebration.  Doing something for the very first time.  The first real laugh that catches you off guard after a tough period. Falling in love again.  A pretty sunset.  Finding a new favorite song.  Even on the…

Image Credit: Pexels- Noelle Otto Healing is two steps forward and one step back. Healing is not linear. Healing is not feeling fine all the time. Healing is not forgetting what happened. Healing is acknowledging. To be able to see things for what they are. To know that it will hurt from time to time.…

Image Credit: Unsplash- Norikio Yamamoto The grass on the other side may be greener. But if you started watering your own, it could easily become just as green, or even greener. Put your focus where it belongs. This was written by our contributing writer, Luna Baic.

Image Source: Pexels- John Hild she named the next chapter unknown she didn’t want to know she just wanted to live and experience whatever that might be she’d have to live and see This was written by our contributing writer, Luna Baic.

she was not born to be loved for her beauty she was born to be loved for who she was she was not born to please others she was born to please herself and her needs she was not born to fit into boxes she was born to be free as a bird she was…

stand your ground be loud express yourself wear what makes you feel good be weird shine as brightly as you can be unapologetic about who you are you are one of a kind after all let people see that This was written by our contributing writer, Luna Baic.

she had struggled many times in life.  some struggles had been easy to handle, some had been a pure nightmare. but with each one, she had learned that there was always an end date, a day when things finally turned, the air feeling a bit lighter, a bit more hopeful and a bit more easier…

Little me would have loved who I’ve become, and in the end, that is all that matters. This was written by our contributing writer, Luna Baic.

As December came knocking on the door, and the year slowly came to the beginning of the end, I realized just how swiftly a year flies by. Each year, leaving something behind for us to remember, collecting the memories like snow globes, so that we, every once in a while, can revisit what was, but…