The first heartbreak after THE heartbreak feels like yet another nail in your coffin that you mistook for a rose on your casket. It feels like proof that things don’t work out—that no one will stay. Continue reading The Heartbreak After THE Heartbreak
I will never be whole if I stay in the place that broke me. Because the girl I grew into was a sum of those who hurt her most, and that bitter taste in my mouth never turned sweet. Continue reading Sammi Says: I Can’t Go Home
Simply put, I do not think there’s such a thing as “right person, wrong time” — but probably not for the reasons you’re assuming. Continue reading Right Person, Wrong Time?
I’m not sure who needs to hear — read — this, but I know I do. Be easy on yourself. You’re human. Continue reading Sammi Says: A Page From My Journal
This isn’t some love letter to the habits that no longer serve me, nor is it a narrative that might drag me from the light. It’s an ode to being human — to loving and losing, hurting and healing, learning and growing. You can’t become the person you want to be if you’re caught up hating and shaming the person who has survived — the patterns that have allowed you to find your grounding. Continue reading Releasing, Growing, and Building a Home
I never seem to enjoy happiness without this deep gnawing inside my gut. To feel anything, I must feel everything. Is that simply a result of being alive, or is there something wrong with me deep inside? Continue reading Sammi Says: Who Am I Without My Pain?