• Loved, But Leaving

    They think I’m healing – they clap for the fight,But they don’t see the war I wage at night.They love their story, the brave little win,While I keep the purge and the hunger within. They hug me tighter, say, “You seem so light,”They mean my spirit, I mean my bite.I smile so they can keep that…

  • What I Wish I Could Tell Someone

    I wish I could say,“I’m not okay.”Not with a smile,Not dressed in grace,But shaking, gutted,Eyes that won’t meet your face. I wish I could scream,But I talk in a whisper.I make jokes insteadWhile I drown in the blister.I tell stories like fictionSo you won’t see me crackSo I don’t have to admitThat the weight’s on…

  • I Watch Myself Starve

    I don’t even flinch anymore. I cancel dinner plans and call it “self-care.”I puke in the middle of work calls.Then rinse my mouth, reapply lip gloss,and go back to smiling like my stomach isn’t on fire. It used to scare me.Now it’s just routine.Step in. Lock door. Lean. Breathe. Let go.Flush. Rinse. Done.Next? Sometimes I…

  • Before The Storm

    I wrote Life Lessons before things got really dark – before I used the word crisis or admitted to anyone how much I was struggling. At the time, it just felt like reflection… a soft moment of piecing myself back together. But now, looking back, I see it was a quiet warning. A softer ache before everything came crashing…

  • The Weight of I’m Fine

    “I’m fine.” It’s a phrase I’ve worn like armor. Automatic. Comfortable. Safe.It’s protected me in rooms where my truth felt too heavy, and it helped me survive in silence for a long time. But the girl who wrote I’m Fine wasn’t fine.She was holding her breath every day, hoping no one would notice how much she was…

  • The Fire Behind my Eyes

    I’m at work today and my brain is on fire.There’s this emotional heaviness pressing down on me, and I hate this feeling. I hate that it makes me feel so out of control. Like the only solution is to burn. Burning, for me, has lately been a way to regain control. But right now — in this…

  • What You Don’t See Behind The Smile

    You see a smile-sharp, clean, bright,But not the war I fight at night.You see me laugh, you see me glow,But not the ache I never show. You see the girl who plays along,Who’s always kind, who seems so strong.But you don’t see the bathroom floor,Or how I don’t feel me anymore. You don’t see meals…

  • They Always Leave

    This is another poem from the vault. Here’s a little backstory on this poem. I have dated a lot of men over the last few years. Some just a few dates, some just a hookup, and some have turned into short term relationships. These men will often tell me, “I value you.”“You’re amazing and deserve…

  • The Numb Girl

    I just got back from a week at the cottage with my family. It was the kind of vacation that held both light and heaviness; days filled with laughter, food, games, sunburns, and stories. And still… moments where I found myself drifting in the middle of conversations, present in body but not really there. I…

  • The Stories I Keep Telling Like They’re Not Mine

    In the last six months, I’ve slowly found my way back to writing: songs, poems, pieces of me I didn’t know needed a voice. It became this silent release. A quiet way to let the thoughts spinning in my head bleed onto the page, without needing to explain them out loud. The unraveling started a…