helping you help yourself.
self-ab·sorbed /ˌselfəbˈzôrbd/ adjective preoccupied being concerned with one’s own feelings, interests, or situation. With self-absorption holding fairly negative connotation, the title should more accurately read: being mindful of your self is integral for your mental well-being, but I think the former…
You know when you do heroin? You feel the greatest you’ve ever felt, riding this wave of euphoria into the heavens of Jesus Christ… until you sober up. Then, you’re off the stuff for a little while, vehemently wondering when…
What do you want from your life? What is your end goal? There’s a certain respect to hold for those who are successful in whatever passion they’ve stuck with. An author celebrating their first book publishing, a business owner ordained…
We stood in this theatre together. A conversation with my roommate slowly swerved itself into a morbid fantasy. He turned into an exact replica of himself in miniature finger puppet form brought right up to my eye. It was essentially…
This is the shit nobody tells you about. It takes hours of research figuring out where to go and how to get there, times that you want nothing more than to see a familiar face, and others in which you need…
I'm sure if we were birds, we wouldn't think at all. We would relish in the moment. The pure freedom in flying and seeing sights mankind has only ever recently achieved. But, we compare ourselves to the fraction of those…
*An easy guide to understanding why you want love so bad. ⅕ THANK YOU JAN GUERTZ. It wasn’t until I stepped away from someone I was really into that I realized how addicted I was to love, to affection and…
Weeks ago, I was fortunate enough to come face to face with myself. I thought I had reached a revelation and that everything, from that moment forward, would be different. To a certain degree, yes, things have changed. But what…
Are you a restless hopeless romantic, hoping to pour your love and devotion to a willing, worthy and attractive individual? ...why? What are you looking for? What do you want?
Ever since I was a wee child, I had this small distinctive brown splotch on my right ankle. I always bore it proudly to fellow classmates as we shared this feature that made us all wonderful little snow flakes. And,…