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?
It’s hard to bury the idea of someone. You can’t throw dirt on their name just to numb the pain, but you can’t bring them flowers, either. Continue reading Sammi Says: Grieving