A place for broken words.

My thoughts on healing, creativity, movement, and learning to live unpolished.

For so long I’ve looked for a place to hold my broken words, a journal where I can express myself to strangers who can relate.

I’ve settled for Instagram but it’s a space that’s feeling less and less authentic and more out of touch with what I actually care about, so I find myself here, speaking to a void hoping something rings true for someone.

I’ve experienced an abusive relationship, fought generalized and major health anxiety, and recently began my sober journey. The things that have kept me steady through it all have been my mind, my hands, my feet, and my heart.

Mind: anxious but logical.

Though my mind can be riddled with anxiety at times, it is quite logical. I’ve been lucky with this quality because my brain has always known what was best for my body, even in my darkest hours. I have always been able to pinpoint what I need to do to feel better, but had to wait for the rest of my body to catch up.

Hands: busy but creative.

For as long as I can remember, I’ve been a creator, from macaroni art on my parents’ fridge to thousands of beads hand-stitched into a vest for my uncle to celebrate our Métis roots. Creating balances me, it humbles me, and it’s often the medicine I need.

Feet: moving but grounded.

I’ve solo-travelled and I’ve hibernated like a bear, I try to enjoy being where I am. Sometimes that’s outside my comfort zone taking off halfway around the world with nothing but a passport and a couple bags and other times it’s home with my person.

Heart: broken but whole.

I wouldn’t be where I am today without every single human who has held my heart with love and care and even those who didn’t. Folks will come and go in our lives, the key is to recognize the ones that stay and love them back.

This is what keeps me steady, what I return to when life gets too loud.

This is largely what I write about, healing, mental health, ramblings, stories, I’m trying to be okay with revealing the unpolished and this feels like a safe space for that.

So, feel free to like, share, repost, or don’t, I’ll still be here writing.