Are you a Democrat or Republican. We don’t ask that in this space. Because it doesn’t matter who you vote for for us to give you grace. Are you a man or a woman? Sometimes it’s hard to tell. But whatever gender you say you are, doesn’t matter.. we’ll love you well. When we label each other this way or that it can make it kind of hard; For those who don’t have our labels tattooed upon their hearts. When we come here we speak about brokenness and pain. We laugh and encourage ea

It feels like just yesterday that I was warm and secure in my skin. Never knew anything till I met them. Somehow, what once protected me started to seem so far away. Confused I took in their opinions on top of my own skin. It was at that moment I begin to see a new beginning. Except it wasn’t light I endured but darkness all around me. Drowning in sadness, suffocating in secrets, choking on silence, somehow wishing I was dead. Trading my virtue for tiny pieces of love or care

I am not broken, though I feel it sometimes. I get so confused between my heart and my mind. The chaos that wages in the flow of my thoughts. Want to take over and I’m put in a spot. I practice saying “Thank You,” cause I know that I should. Some days that’s enough, to help me feel good. But others, the gratitude doesn’t seem to work. My vision gets blurry and I feel like a jerk. I wrestle with never really feeling like I’m great. But then… sometimes… I don’t know - I’m just