I love dirty rap music just as much as the next gal. In fact, I blare every Post Malone song I can think of on my way to and from work, just to make sure I've still got it. (I do.) At the same time, though, I am a firm believer that what you put…
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Mean Girls
"How many of you have ever felt personally victimized by Regina George?" Girls are ruthless. And if you think this is just going to be another post from someone who claims to have been bullied in school... you're partially right. I have been on both ends of the spectrum. I have excluded people because it…
Guest Blogger: Tara Bowlin on Motherhood and Mental Health
Hi guys! I am so excited to be guest blogging for Caroline! She and I met via Instagram a couple weeks ago when we discovered we are both motherhood and mental health bloggers. A week ago, I had the idea for us to guest blog for one another, giving each of us the chance to…
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Playing Small
The other day, after only being at work for a few minutes, I heard the words that slapped me in the face. Every time, no matter the circumstance, this string of words stings. “You need to take your meds.” This is a variation of another shot to my heart, that sounds something like: “Chill, you’re…
Just Do Something.
If you know me very well, you've probably heard me say, "I wish God would just write me a letter telling me my purpose, His plan for me, and how the rest of my life plays out." I mean seriously, wouldn't that be nice? Is this whole free will thing really all it's cracked up…
An Open Letter to Loves Lost
Who this letter is not for: It is not directed at those I "talked" to, "hung out" with, went on A date with, texted furiously for a while, or referred to as my boyfriend for a time. It is for those that left a lasting impression on the relational part of my soul. I may not…
Lord I’m Ready Now
This one hurts me to write. And it hurts because it forces me to dig down to the very depths of my soul. Down to the fears, the stress, the dark stuff that I have done everything I can to keep buried down there. But at some point, inevitably, it all finally surfaces. The waters…
