Learning to love myself

Finding My Way Back to Me: One Week at a Time Have you ever looked at your life and realized that somewhere along the way, you stopped making time for yourself? You spend so much time being there for other people, handling responsibilities, and trying to get through whatever life throws at you that you forget about the person who needs your attention the most: YOU. I've been there. Life has a way of changing us. Sometimes we experience losses that leave us trying to figure out who we are all over again. Sometimes we spend so much time being strong for everyone else that we forget we're allowed to have difficult days, too. I've been on a journey of healing, learning, and trying to understand myself better. It's not always easy, and I certainly don't have all the answers. But I'm learning that I don't have to have everything figured out to take the next step. That's part of why I started this blog. I wanted a place where I could be honest about life...

Losing Someone You Love Losing someone you love is a pain that words can never fully capture. The condolences, the people asking if they can do anything for you—but the one thing you need most is the one thing they can’t give you: your loved one back. When Chenelle passed away, it felt like a bad dream. She was only 42 and full of life—she had been that way since we were kids. We always joked about how I was the accident-prone one, always ending up in the hospital, while she seemed kissed by angels. How could we both jump off a swing, but only I break my arm? Or when we were little girls jumping on the bed, I was the one who fell off and cut my head. If that wasn’t luck, I don’t know what was. We had wild imaginations back then. How could she be gone now? I ask myself—why not me? I’m the unhealthy one. As I work through the confusion and pain, I struggle not to turn to food, which has always been my comfort. But you know what? I’m going to get through this. I have to. I will live for h...