Grief can manifest in limitless ways. Coping with the death of a loved one is one of the toughest experiences of my life. Unexplainable and unforgiving, grief is a mystery for the living.

Today's rant is about my relationship desires or lack there of and how they've changed - this is a place where people can read about my thoughts and opinions because where else would I put them? I would love to hear what you think too!

There’s a specific kind of limbo that lives in the space between a “good morning” text and an actual title. It doesn’t show up on any form. There’s no box for it on your Instagram bio, no word for it when your mom asks who keeps making your phone light up at midnight. And yet, somehow, half the people I know are living there full-time. It hit me last week, sitting on my bedroom floor at 1 a.m. while my best friend read me the same three texts for the fourth time, trying to decode them like ancient scripture…

How me and my fiancé met and started dating. I soon will post a second about our first few months together.

Everything This is a stream of thoughts/poem that I wrote when I was afraid I was losing my lover. It all came together in the end, and we worked it out, but it took a heavy toll on my mind.

Notebook Notebook is yet another poem I wrote about my partner during the long-distance period of our relationship

Listen to Your Body: If a position causes discomfort, cramping, or shortness of breath, stop immediately. Your comfort is the priority.

An Ode To Father's Day... What needs to be (un)spoken and words on the relationship. Not easy but has to be said.

This story is about two young lovers but..were they ever really lovers..? Read more and find out more about their intriguing relationship!

My father's funeral was a difficult day, as expected, but I had support from my 5 best friends as we said goodbye

Look for the woman who has the courage to be "wrong" on her own terms rather than "right" by the standards of a group. You deserve a partner who is the captain of her own ship, not a passenger in someone else’s fleet.

"When time has come and I've passed away Please carry me home to Belmorhea" Not one arrangement shall be made JUST a simple cremation, I don't need the pricey parade

Weekly trips to a small tea and coffee shop together when I was a toddler. The story makes me reflect on the quiet sacrifices and small traditions my mother created out of love, and it inspires me as I begin building similar everyday memories with my own child.

*Quelque Chose De Parfait* French Love Poem My first poem I wrote in French. I took 4 years of French and I still can't understand when it's spoken to me. But I put my heart and soul into this so that the person I love could hear it and not understand until I wanted them to.

*How do you live?* Have you ever thought of what putting yourself first means for others? What things that are best for you are doing to the minds of the people around you? If the things you say to make you feel better are someone else's last straw? Thoughts/Poem

*Someone's Sacrifice* What is life if you are constantly sacrificing for someone else's happiness? A story/poem

The writing of hollow hands explains brief emotions many have felt and can relate to. I express feeling through writing that most can feel when reading.

Here's the last part to my mini series about what I've been doing and possibly expecting when it comes to my friends who are there and who aren't.

Friendship is very important because there should be more important ways to show loyalty than one path. Leadership, loyalty, honesty and trust in relationships is essential to a stable friendship.

Life with a man who will make you feel loved 1 day and question your worth the next. And, the tears in between.