Refuge
This blog has been my place of refuge. My place where I can break down yet still feel taller than the skyscrapers. My place where I can be angry with the world, yet find peace. My place where I can yell at the top of my lungs for the world to hear, yet whisper things I only want myself to know. It’s the place where I’ve always been, 100% TRUE TO MYSELF. What’s being true to myself even mean though? It’s funny how life TRULY works. We all get so caught up (I’m GUILTY AS CHARGED) in our lives “plan” . We’ve got dream boards everywhere . We compare ourselves to our friend’s lives . We try to measure up to what our parents told us we should be. We find that quote on Pinterest and live roughly 7 hours positively till we see that person on Insta who’s killing the game of life . We remember all the peoples “well wishes” or “congratulations” when we hit milestones . We push ourselves forward with the condolences from loved ones during the rough patches . We get angry and entit