Tearing down the walls. — Somewhere along the way, I became angry at love. And the idea of wanting another person in my life. Not need. I’ll never need again. But want yes, that would be nice. In my past marriage of 13 years, I was codependent. I dropped my goals of working in the…

Navigating the changes in my body. — Did you see the pictures I posted? It was of you and so and so. Remember that trip? This was when you were skinny. No, I don’t go on Facebook, I replied. I changed the subject. Comments like these no longer trigger me. My weight is of nobody’s business and…

The highs and lows. — I know it’ll get better. The crappy days don’t last and soon will pass but sometimes it feels like it goes on forever. I’m not as happy as I’d like to be. But what does being happy even mean? …

Then and now. — I wonder what it would have been like had we met sooner than later. Would we still be the same person we are today? Honestly, I don’t think it would matter. Because I would have chosen to love you anyway. You know that feeling you get — that feeling of…

Learning to own my truth. — I love listening to those who are willing to go there and share. Deeply share their history, trauma, difficulties, quirks, and flaws. I see them as incredibly brave and as real as real can be. Connecting on a soul level where someone gets you and understands what you’re going through…

For self-care and wellness. — As a single woman who misses physical touch, I grab the bull by the horns when the opportunity arises. I’m not talking about a late-night booty call with a match from Tinder or Bumble. And not a friend with benefits, no strings attached (though trust me, I’ll get attached some…

These are the things I think about. — Dear you, We haven’t met yet. Or maybe we have. Time has its rhyme and reason and so I think about often what it will be like to finally be with you. Maybe in this lifetime. Or the next. See, I thought I was in love before. And sure, you…

And I’m glad I almost did. — Stepping away was the best thing I could have done. Sometimes we pour so much of ourselves into something we love that we lose focus on our why. Why we started. Why we keep going. And why it matters. Walking away feels like quitting and giving up feels like a…

And life. — My gynecologist, who is annoyingly kind of cute, reassured me he thinks everything is fine. But just to be on the safe side, let’s take some biopsies- he said. I don’t know which hurts more — him being good-looking or taking a slice of my flesh. I know he’s seen…