⚠️⚠️ I want to warn you, this is a very raw, very real post. Read at your own risk- but I felt like sharing this. ⚠️⚠️ .. When I was 11 years old, I woke up to screams. My mom’s screams. At 11 years old I called 911 as my father lay in my parents… Continue reading Living Through Trauma: You’re not going crazy, you’re just grieving.
⚠️ I had another humbling experience I thought I’d share... I was feeling defeated today. This week, actually. All the sudden my long term plans seem so out of focus and the near future feels extremely overwhelming- to the point that I was questioning in a big way, what I was doing and if this… Continue reading Humbling Experience #2 for the year
I wrote the below post one year ago during a research trip to Washington D.C. and Richmond, VA studying Civil War medicine. This memory popped up today on my Facebook memories and I figured it was worth the share. I am so passionate about what I do. God has truly blessed me with the best… Continue reading Flashback to Richmond:Appreciating the Chimborazo hospital site.
Four years ago, I stood in front of this fireplace. I stood in awe of the brickwork that had remained intact since 1733, the musty smell, the history of the family who had lived there that I left feeling like I knew, the goosebumps, the energy. It was majestic. Today, scrolling through Instagram, seeing that… Continue reading “Follow your heart, follow HIS signs- everything else is noise.”
Our shoes. That’s what I thought about before we walked out the door this morning. Not “do they match my outfit?” “Did he pick out ones that matched his shirt?” Or “Did he tie them?” Today it was “I can't run in these.” And if I can’t run, I can’t protect my son. At least… Continue reading #bepreparednotscared
Sitting here I’m frozen in your warm, steady glance, For eyes so tender and sweet they hold me here in a sinister trance, I never thought it possible that I’d ever see you again, Left with only a memory and what could have been, Caught in this moment my body sits stagnant here, Taking… Continue reading Only a Picture
The funny thing is I know you’re too far gone, I realize there will never be an “us” again for we have both moved on, But somehow I keep placing myself here, taking my heart back to that time, Gazing at a picture that brings up emotions I can’t find words to define, Keep… Continue reading Can’t Breathe
The time I spent with my father truly changed my life. I’m not sure if it was the change in social status, the public recognition or the fact that I finally felt like I had made a difference that was the most impressionable. I do however, know this: My father was the most extraordinary person I have ever had the pleasure of knowing. Battling multiple mini strokes, heart surgery and the repercussions of unimaginable amounts of dollars in medical bills during that time in my life, my father never lost hope. During that time in my life, my family had lost everything. Our home, our cars, but we never lost each other. I remember catching my father digging in the couch for extra change and quarters or selling his favorite watch, scrounging for anything he could find so we could print my newspaper. He never gave up, not on himself and most importantly, he never gave up on me. He was my biggest fan, mentor and best friend. No matter the challenges we faced, my father always led us with a smile and a warm, considerate heart.
If I were to die today, would you shed your tears? Would you look back on your time spent with me and cherish all those years? Would you glance at my picture as tears streamed down your face? Or would you bring your heart to remember that I’m in a better place? If I were to fade away, become… Continue reading If I Were to Die Today
Give me your eyes just for a second so I can make you see, All that's been done here, everything you've done to me, Look my way for just a second, so you can see just what he's done to you, So I can show you what to do, Why can't you see what he's done, why can't you… Continue reading For Just One Second