The Beauty Of The Broken You

As I sit here and write this I cant even begin to imagine how I got here. That place where I don't know how to speak loud enough for you to hear me. Where I cant say what I think without the fear of a fight. I've become a person I don't really know anymore. This isn't me... I am the girl who speaks her mind freely, who says it like is, the one who was once not afraid to lose, because life is always worth the gamble. This is a new territory for me, someone throw me a compass... I for sure am lost. Most of my posts are some kind of snarky humor with a lot of honesty. This one might be the most real. The one that sets my world into chaos. Yet, I am not afraid. I have lost it all before, came back stronger, smarter, and a hell of a lot happier. So, why is it so many of us women seem to forget how strong we really are? What makes us happy? Who makes us happy? Its not some gift given to you, or words said by someone you love. The truth is we find happiness in ourselves. Whe...

It is one of those days where I am having all kinds of thoughts go through my head. Ya know, where you cant really make sense of what you are thinking. The kind of day where you don't want to say anything cause you just know that it may not be the nicest thing you could say. I have been here before, hell haven't we all? That place where you just have to watch the things you say in an effort to protect those around you. I call today my nuclear day, be careful I could blow at any moment. The thing is I don't particularly like this kinda day. I mean who does? Walking around like some ticking time bomb just waiting to hit your red button. The simplest thing could set you off. It could be the way they made the pasta! So I grab a glass of wine and try to calm myself, I mean wine is good for everything... isn't it? Drinking, cooking, with your cheese, with your crackers, with your friends, with your man, with your TV.. I mean the possibilities of wine are endless. I am getti...