I’m The Problem
I’m the problem. I realized that while washing my hands this weekend. The problem? It’s me. I’m the problem.
I’m the problem. I realized that while washing my hands this weekend. The problem? It’s me. I’m the problem.
Anxiety and I go way back but high functioning depression? Didn’t know her. Until High functioning depression became anxiety’s roommate.
I love the 73 Vogue Rapid Fire Questions series and decided to do one of my own – here are my answers, Vogue-style.
The story of Jonah kept popping up in my life. It hit me one Sunday night that I am just like Jonah.
I’ve been in Nashville for one month and ‘m reflecting on that one month back in Music City.