If you’ve been to a therapist, heard it from a friend, or spend a second on any type of social media, you hear this phrase, or a variation of it, a lot. Healing your (theirs, ours, etc…) inner child. I’ve been actively in my healing girl era (no that’s not just a catchy #hashtag you find on Instagram. It’s a real thing) Doing the work is hard. After many failed relationships…friendships or otherwise, I finally realized something had to change. Life wasn’t getting easier and I was getting hurt way more than one person should. Why? Because I was lost as fuck and was okay begging for someone else to…

The things that break you, will also be the same things that make you. It’s been 5 years since I lost Justin. It’s been 4 years since I lost Wendy. It’s been 3 years since I lost my brother, and 5 weeks since my mom died. God the fucking hurt… hurts. LOVE MOVED FIRST As I mentally wrap up another September, I’m reminded of this: love will absolutely move first . I have spent so many nights praying for all of this to change. For whoever is listening up there to make my life easier. I’ve spent sleepless nights up in arms with God begging Him to make this easier…