And that’s when I realized when I feel the need to rush through life, I don’t need to run faster, I need to slow down.

Once you start walking away from people who mistreat you, once you stop giving to those who only want to take from you, once you start speaking up for yourself, once you start stating your worth, once you start treating yourself with the love you easily give away to others, once you stop accepting less than what you deserve…life starts getting better.

I was a junior in high school when I had my first panic attack. I was standing on stage, preparing to sing in chorus, when all of the sudden I felt like I couldn’t breathe. The back of my neck started to sweat, my hands began to feel tingly and I felt like I was going to throw up.

I’m thankful for the people that fucked me over. Yes - you read that right.

We’ve been taught to believe that happiness should come from people and things, forgetting that it really truly can only come from ourselves.

The Perfectionist orders that perfect, overpriced glass of refreshing Chardonnay. Imposter Syndrome is a whole different ball-park.