Day one: In which we softly linger. This year lasted forever. I remember starting fresh and hopeful with two simple wishes: to get this boy to love me, and to be happy whether or not he did. In that regard, 2017 should have been a perfect success. But the year had better ideas for me.
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“All I wanted was my art and the chance to be the creator of my own world, my own reality. I wanted the open road and new beginnings every day.” ― Charlotte Eriksson Quick recap of 2017: I launched the year carrying a freshly-diagnosed depression, which changed to bipolar a few months later. I experienced
Guest post by Elisha Palacios We set goals for ourselves because we want to live better lives: I’m going to lose weight, I’m going to work harder, I’ll stop drinking, I’ll do this, I won’t do that. While we often have our best interests in mind, more often than not, we find ourselves unable to
In a place of boredom this year, I read all seven Harry Potter books. I fell in love with the alternativeness of it. It’s a world purposely separated from the reality we’re used to, and there’s comfort in the premise that one day, someone will affirm the feeling that we don’t belong to this place