Fear won’t win.
We’re here to remind you that you’re not alone. We’re in this together.
Topic: self-care
It’s Okay to Slow Down
I ran until anorexia almost took me over completely. I ran until the scars tallied skin from my thigh to my waist because I couldn’t cope. I ran until I couldn’t anymore.
Love Can Happen Again, Especially the Kind You Give Yourself
For anyone struggling, for anyone learning how to be okay with not being okay.
21 Rejections
Twenty-one rejections. Twenty-one times I questioned my worth.
The Best Gift I Can Give Myself
It’s been a long time since I’ve actually enjoyed my birthday. Over the last few years, it’s been a painful reminder that with another year passing, I’m still a mess.
The Ugly Side of Self-Care
It took me a long time to embrace the ugly side of self-care. I’m a perfectionist at heart, so whenever I’m not at my best, I consider it a failure.
TWLOHA turns 12.
TWLOHA turns 12 today. That's 12 years of stories still going, 12 years of hope and help, 12 years of breaking silence and challenging stigma. Whether you found us back in 2006 or yesterday or somewhere in between, we want to take this moment to say thank you.
Mirror, Mirror
Mirrors are assholes. Oh, and photos, photos are just digital mirrors, with the added horrible-ness of being shareable. And don’t even get me started on videos.
Welcome to Midnight
"The ball drops and fireworks. Resolutions are made. People scream and people kiss and is it possible to change? Is it really truly possible to leave the past behind?"
All Hearts Are Connected
All hearts are connected. I believe those words, but when I typed them, I sighed. Simply put: Caring takes effort, and that effort can be taxing.
So, About Self-Love…
Trying to love yourself in a world that tells you you aren’t worth loving as you are is a constant battle.
My Rededication to Running
I’ve stared at blank pages and screens for days. I’ve felt immobile and muted. I knew that if I wanted to write honestly I would have to get back to training. I had hopes that, by running, my lungs would gain the strength to carry my voice still muffled by that depression.
