Valerie Wittman

One of the hardest things about living the nomad life is that your closest friends will sometimes be multiple flights away.

Perhaps 2020 was the wake-up call we all needed to rouse us out of our soul-dampening routines and rediscover ourselves.

What we really should be doing is chasing after the version of ourselves that already is bursting at the seams with all those things we were looking for in a relationship.

I’ve always grown up believing that choice was a privilege. However, recently, I’ve come to find that too many choices are nothing but a formula for anxiety.

Lockdown has a way of throwing even the most stable relationships off balance, and the ones that were already teetering were doomed from the pandemic’s very beginning.

The thing about trauma is that although it puts us in a seemingly inescapable chokehold, it also has the power to sculpt our souls into something beautiful.

If something is harming an individual, it ultimately affects the whole, similar to how the death of a single tree in the forest affects the entire canopy.

You insult yourself and pick apart your flaws.

There’s so much I need to tell you, but perhaps the biggest is that I’m sorry.

It’s easy to take life for granted, to take the people we love for granted.

Self-doubt can creep in like a thief in the night during even our most seemingly self-assured moments, testing both our willpower and our sanity.

In a world inundated by chaos and pain, faith and optimism can seem unsustainable.

If you’re not happy, then change it.

If you ever find yourself being shred to pieces by someone else’s judgments, don’t let it be the thing that breaks you.