Without her, I might have been swept up in a tide of eternal bachelorhood. She was my anchor, my home and my best friend. Continue reading The Withered Rose | A Story of Starting Over
We don’t want the people we love to hurt us. When you’re vulnerable, you’re raw. Sensitive. Open. Bare. It’s terrifying. It scares me every time. But I’d rather give it my all than live in regret. It takes great strength to be vulnerable. It’s not weakness. It’s a conscious choice. Continue reading I’m not weak. I’m just vulnerable.