God bless the broken road, y’all. Like actually. I’m writing this on my couch in East Nashville, 2:47 a.m., wearing the same hoodie I’ve had on for three days,...
Healing affirmations honestly sounded like total hippie nonsense to me until i was literally curled up on my kitchen floor in Ohio last winter crying into a bag...
I’m sitting in my kitchen in suburban Ohio right now, it’s 3:17 a.m., the fridge is humming like it’s judging me, and there’s a half-eaten bag of Takis turning...
Look, learning to believe in yourself doesn’t begin with rainbows. It begins in my crappy studio apartment in Phoenix last year, eating cold leftover...