deep-thoughts
-
No Vacations, No Retirement —Just Grit and Grace
I grew up in what my mother called “working poor.” It wasn’t a label we wore publicly. It was just… life. At first, I thought we were like everyone else. I thought soup kitchens were just another kind of restaurant. I thought thrift stores were where everyone got their clothes. I thought rich meant your Continue reading
anxiety, Authenticity, blue collar, class, creative-writing, death, deep-thoughts, enneagram4w5, funeral, grief, Growth, health, heartache, inner-work, Inspiration, life, lonely, loss, love, mental health, mother, politics, relationships, Self portrait, Self Reflection, socioeconomics, suffering, tired, working class, writing -
Inspiring
I found this video today. It is very eye opening!! Continue reading
-
Limbo
Edges blur and fade A soul drifts in hollow space Yearning without home. Continue reading
-
The Woman I Saw in Myself: Loving Katharine Hepburn
There are women I admire. And then there are women who remind me of myself before I had language for who I was. Katharine Hepburn is that woman. I can’t tell you the first time I saw her, I don’t mean watched her, I mean felt her. That sudden stillness in my chest, like someone Continue reading
-
My First Week Back at Work After Surgery: A Humbling Reminder
Coming back to work after surgery felt like walking into a space I once knew but now had to relearn. I told myself I’d ease back in, be gentle with my body, honor the healing process. And I really thought I understood what that meant. But this first week? It reminded me how much I Continue reading
-
The People and Forces I Look to for Guidance
List the people you admire and look to for advice… In life, we often find ourselves seeking wisdom, understanding, and direction from those who have shaped us, whether they are people, moments, or even invisible forces. For me, my guidance comes from a combination of both tangible and intangible sources that help me navigate the Continue reading
Authenticity, blog, community, connection, consciousness, creative-writing, dailyprompt, dailyprompt-1928, deep-thoughts, experiences, feeler, feelings, Growth, heartache, inner-work, Intuition, Learning, love, mental health, Mindfulness, moments, mother, positive thoughts, purpose, relationships, self care, Self Reflection, self-discovery, stars, writing -
Easter Thoughts from the Back Row at Benaroya
Happy Easter. I’m currently nursing a head cold and still recovering from surgery, so today looks like tissues, tea, and sweatpants. Not exactly the fresh start kind of energy Easter is known for, but it’s real. Yesterday, though, I managed to leave the house for the first time in four weeks. I went to a Continue reading
-
Dear INFJ: Letter #3 – You Were Never Meant to Be Small
Dear INFJ, You’ve spent so much of your life folding yourself into quieter versions of who you are. You learned how to dim your light, not because it wasn’t bright, but because it made others squint. You learned how to carry other people’s pain without them even asking, like it was your job, your purpose, Continue reading
-
INFJs and Narcissistic Abuse: A Personal Reflection
Being an INFJ feels like existing in a world that isn’t quite made for you. We’re the dreamers, the idealists, the ones who are wired to understand people’s pain, often before they even realize it themselves. We seek to help, to heal, and to guide others through their darkest times, sometimes without even being asked. Continue reading
-
Losing My Left Ovary: Healing, Grieving, and Learning to Live in My Body Again
It still hasn’t fully hit me. Three days ago, I lost my left ovary and fallopian tube. The words feel surreal, like they belong to someone else. My mind knows it happened, but my heart hasn’t caught up yet. Maybe because the pain is louder than my thoughts, or maybe because I’m not ready to Continue reading
-
The Weight of Healing: Reflections on Surgery and Pain
Day two, and the pain is relentless. It moves through me in waves: sharp, deep, and unforgiving. I’ve always been a side sleeper, but now my body resists every position, every shift, every attempt at comfort. My bed, once a place of rest, now feels foreign, incapable of holding me through this. So, I’ve surrendered Continue reading
-
Between the Knife and the Unknown
I lie beneath the weight of waiting,the hush before the plunge,where time bends,where breath is borrowed,where the body is a question with no answer. The scalpel sings in silent promise,a whispered hymn of hope and risk.Will I wake to the sun’s golden mercy,or slip into the quiet where names are forgotten? I have traced the Continue reading
-
Dear Me:
Dear Me, I owe you the deepest, most heartfelt apology, one long overdue. I have spent years speaking to you in ways I would never speak to someone I love. I have stood before the mirror, dissecting you, tearing you down, accusing you of failure simply because you changed. I have waged war against you, Continue reading
-
The Cyst, the Dream, and the Whisper of Angels
I have always believed in signs. Some people dismiss them as coincidences, but I know better. I’ve felt them too many times, in too many ways, to ignore them. Angels don’t always speak in words. Sometimes, they speak in symbols, in nudges, in quiet whispers only the soul can hear. And for the past two Continue reading
-
The Unveiling: A Love Letter to My True Self
It hit me today. A voice in my head asked, “Why are you holding back? Why are you hiding?” Wow. I have spent a lifetime hiding—hiding from the world, from others, from myself. I have played the roles expected of me, worn the masks that kept me safe, dimmed my light so I would not Continue reading
-
We’re in Big Trouble—And We Need to Wake Up
The United States is in big trouble. I see it more clearly every day, and I can’t stay quiet about it anymore. Growing up, I thought being a hardcore right-wing, red-blooded conservative was the only path. I didn’t understand my mom’s feminism. If anything, I rejected it. I thought that strength meant aligning with a Continue reading
-
The Rain Remembers
The rain does not ask where you have been.It does not weigh your regretsor measure the ache in your bones.It simply falls, soft, steady, unburdened, inviting you to do the same. Each drop carries a memory,the scent of yesterday’s laughter,the hush of something waiting to be born.It kisses the earth, awakens the roots,washes away what Continue reading
The Dreamer's Pen 