tales of the heart
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the end of my “one day”…
I had a visitor at work on a Saturday a few months ago.A brief stop on his way up north for a two week trip to Washington for skiing and climbing.“Are you doing anything tomorrow morning?”The text came late in the evening on Friday. Seeing his name on my phone after coming out of the Continue reading
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letting loose the death in me…
“Wow, you sped through that!”I was sitting in my car staring at my newly cracked windshield when his text came through.“Well way to throw off my groove, rock!” I said with a laugh after I saw what happened.I was in the middle of an epic car karaoke session to “Mr. Brightside” while driving to the Continue reading
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standing in the dichotomy…
I opened my Facebook messenger in the evening – pure habit. That was usually the time her and I would have our most honest conversations.It always felt safer to expose our darkness when the world itself had gone dim too.It still showed her online.And there was that brief reprieve from grief – the few seconds Continue reading
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right where we left it…
“You should buy yourself something,” he said while observing me eyeing the jewelry. “If I were one to wear a bracelet, I would buy the green one.”It was two sentences amongst a million words spoken that day that followed me for twenty months, having walked out of the store never making the purchase.I could not Continue reading
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had i never saved myself…
“Can I buy you a drink?”I stood at the table in the underground bar, observing all the couples, refraining from holding back any expression of sadness when a voice grabbed my attention.I looked up to lock my tear-filled eyes with an older gentleman.Was he being kind, or did I look like I needed one that Continue reading
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ignoring the warning signs…
“Oh no no no….this cannot be happening.”My car, still only equipped for the east coast weather, stopped on an incline.The heavily snow-coated streets on that early March evening, plowed only an hour before, an unfair component against my tires.How could something so delicate, so peaceful have the power to wreak such havoc?Vehicles were front of Continue reading
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when do i tell him…?
“I don’t know how you do it – consistently work 80 hour weeks. How are you not burnt out? I want to tap out at 35.”He was sitting at my counter.Same seat as when he came over for lunch after I had just moved in.I was standing across from him with glass of water in Continue reading
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breaking all my rules…
“So, this is my new favorite chocolate. And Andrew Garfield loves it too.”“Haha. Is that how you heard about it?”“No, I learned that after the fact. I was just roaming the aisles of Harmons one day looking for something new. But it certainly helps my claim of being the best!”It was one of a few Continue reading
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the right arm’s redemption…
I would only ever self harm on my right arm – restricted to the inner forearm.I do not hide the scars.Nor do I intentionally show them.I will explain them if asked – which only one person ever has – very recently.After I let that secret part of my story be brought to the light when Continue reading
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a love that keeps me holding on…
“Believe me when I say this, I was giving up but now you come and save me…”–I was holding it together (somewhat) until that lyric.The one that spoke my truth, as if SYML had once read the pages of my heart.They are the words I lived, the ones I made real.The privilege of a lifetime Continue reading
About Me
I am a woman on a mission to turn her pain into purpose using her passion for writing. This blog is the journey of my becoming, excerpts from the pages of my book of life – the good and bad and everything in between – written with the intent to heal, to guide, to inspire…
I write to document the tale of a heroine slaying every dragon that comes her way for she knows she is the only one who can save herself.
I write to tell the story of a woman brought back to life; a chronicle of rebirth to show the power of hope and redemption.
I write to give meaning to every yes spoken – whether in shouts or whispers, in fear or bravery.
I write to share with the world the story of what happens when one believes in the beauty of a better tomorrow. What happens when one refuses to settle for anything less than butterflies. What happens when a mere spark you defiantly declined to let go out ignites into an inferno.
I write to open the eyes of all those who feel like the victim in their own story to see that they are not helpless or damaged or weak. They are in control. They have everything within to become the victor.
I write to speak life into the grieving to allow words laced in truth and love to mend the wounds inhibiting the heart from moving forward.
I write for the invisible to feel seen. I write to lead us all on the journey to the happily ever after….it is waiting to be lived by each of us <3
Clandestine Confessions 