On Healing, Resonance, and Reflection

I try to keep a look out for patterns. They always reveal something to me: my mindset, what I’m expending my energy on, what’s at the forefront of my mind. There are times where themes seem almost too-conveniently expressed in my life; every conversation will bring it up somehow, I’ll come across quotes left and…

When the Creative Well Runs Dry.

I haven’t been writing much publically over the past few months. Every once and awhile I’d open up this blog, stare at a blank page for awhile, then close my computer and walk away. Or, alternatively, I’d open up the blog, feel guilty that nothing had been posted in so long, try to bang out…

On the Straight and Narrow

When I was in eighth grade, I tried to come out as gay. No, really, you read that right. I cornered a girl after science class and told her I was, like, pretty sure I was a lesbian. And I was totally prepared for my whole life to change. I had been terrified to tell…

Living with Mental Illness.

The following was originally published as a guest post for YogaByCandace.com.  If you met me on the street today, you’d never know that four years ago, my life was teetering on the edge of absolute destruction. Today, I’m known as the passionate and energetic yoga teacher, the girl who writes from her heart, the yogi…

A Spiritual Journey.

The following piece was written for Professor Ralph Quinn’s Psychology and Religion course at the University of California, Santa Cruz, in Fall of 2017. Butterflies. I was sitting on that terrible paper when I got the news. You know the kind; the crinkly, waxy, white stuff you’re forced to sit on every time you go…

An Update on Death Anxiety

A few months ago, I wrote a piece about my experience coping (or rather, my inability to do so) with death anxiety. I view everything I write to be a direct line to the Universe. Sometimes I picture it in an almost cartoon-esque mental image, like I’m picking up a cherry red 1950s telephone and…

Taken Care Of.

Sometimes I think people believe I have it all figured out. I’ve always been characterized as an “old soul.” I’ve been called wise-beyond-my-years, “the most self-aware teenager” someone’s ever met, and more than a few times been assured that I must be at least 500 years old if we’re counting past lives. When I was…

Learning How to Heal From Death Anxiety.

I’ve come a long way in my anxiety journey. Not too long ago, my anxiety strangled the living out of my life. My anxiety around other people and crowds of any size made it hard to leave the house; even going to school felt like an enormous task every single day. And yet, my anxiety…

The Way We Speak About Ourselves Matters.

How many times have you heard a woman say one of the following things? “I’ll take the dessert, I’m being naughty tonight.” “Oh, I can’t eat that- I’m not ready for bikini season!” “I wish I had your legs/abs/arms!” Chances are, it’s quite a few. This kind of language about our bodies and the food…

Happiness Is Created By You, For You.

There are many times I’ve paused during a conversation with my boyfriend to write things down. He sprinkles truth bombs as liberally as he seasons meat- and he’s frequently reprimanded me for under seasoning. “You can’t go wrong with more flavor,” he’ll say as we stand in the kitchen, grabbing the pepper from hands and…