Lessons learned from trusting my gut, and the beauty of finding purpose.

I have written several posts recently about mental health struggles that I had gone through. However, I am beginning to appreciate the power of silence.

I cried this morning. A lot. However, it wasn’t because of my break-up. This morning, I was crying because of clarity. Something made sense. The dots connected so to speak.

The title explains it

In my reflections of last night, I realized that I rediscovered who I was before I died. And I rediscovered why people believed in me so much. And I have adjusted course to renew pursuit of that mission.

How the Marianas Trench and The Black Pearl have, and are, changing my life.

I cried today. Quite a bit actually. I was crying because I was thinking about my future, and what that looks like now.

Last night I accidentally came across something that I didn’t know about my ex-girlfriend while I was looking for a specific song she had shared with me on YouTube last year.