healing from a life of toxicity:
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motherhood + womanhood
There is intimacy in exploring motherhood alongside exploring self. I am happily and wholesomely raising a little lady, and yet, I am still becoming a woman. My introduction to motherhood did not start or end my exploration of womanhood. I am a woman first, after all.
Romanticized.
I want nothing more than to be in love. Not with a man. Not with a woman. Not with a substance, but with myself and my life. I want to be in love with who I am. If you’re single for Valentine’s Day 2026, read this.
with grace.
I wish it didn’t feel so taxing to do things I enjoy, like writing a quick blog, scrapbooking, or art. I think there’s not enough time in the day, like my entire day is consumed by responsibilities and adult tasks, and I have no control over the spare free time I find. I feel as though my energy levels are simply insufficient to balance both adulthood and the carefree life I desire. It’s like I don’t have enough energy to maintain my desired lifestyle, and I also can't change the demands of said lifestyle right now.
New Home, Who Dis?
Maturing is realizing the quirky experience of sleeping on the floor the first night in your new apartment is strictly for the movies. My back hurts, I left my bonnet at the old place, and we are sharing a single roll of tissue for all 3 bathrooms, but I got the first night out of the way. That’s what was most important–I wanted to solidify my presence here.
This is a quick journal piece I started the night of move-in and finished at the end of January. Enjoy!