… is pretty freaking incredible. After all I’ve been through, and the heartbreak that left so many scars, I still think life is pretty rad. Don’t get stuck on someone else’s bullshit and miss it. More importantly, don’t get stuck on your own. Get up and watch the sunrise, eat ice cream for breakfast, kiss in the rain, remove shitty people from your headspace, and love extra hard on the ones who aren’t. So many people are walking through this life like they get more than one. Until next time, -A Ps.. If you’re struggling with life right now and can’t find your way out, please hang on. Tomorrow will…

Before you write this post off as a religious rant, please hear me out… It’s not. It’s not my intention to change anyone’s mind. Honestly, I’m not interested, nor equipped for that kind of debate. This is my story. This is how I’ve survived. Take it or leave it. I’ve never NOT had Jesus in my heart. For as long as I can remember, I’ve been a believer. For most of my life, I was just piggybacking on the faith that my mom so consistently mirrored for me. I had no idea the impact that her relentless love for Jesus would have on my future self. At the time, I…

… can be a real bitch. Let’s talk about the daily thoughts of a widow shall we? Oh you’d rather not? Cool. Hop off my page. 🙂 As much as no one wants to hear about it, imagine how it might feel to actually live through it. The reality of it all is, a lot. For me to go through, and for every single person in my life to walk through with me. Very few people choose to stay. I get it. I have some really kick ass good friends. The best actually… and I push them away. All. Of. The. Damn. Time. It’s a part of myself that I…

“When God closes a door, He opens a window.” Bullshit. Not for me at least, or so I thought. The only thing opening a window does for me is make me crawl through it, jump out and try to open the same damn door He closed. I will bang on that bitch until I have no choice but to stop out of sheer exhaustion. I don’t give up on people. I try to see things from their perspective, even if it destroys me. At least that’s how I USED to be. What I’m coming to terms with is this: God closes doors. Facts. The flip? God is opening a window…