The Blog Space

Change

How many times has a change in direction disappeared under the guise of failure? Perhaps, we should learn when change draws us in like...

Silent Shadows

They say that you are your home but when the curtains are drawn unexpectedly those silent shadows carry the loudest voices and the truth...

Be Brave

there's time in this life to create your dreams if only you'd be brave enough to believe you have everything you already need....

Broken Healing

true love is found in those who create a safe space for you to escape the narrative of your broken healing. —@catherinesodyssey

Purpose

you're searching for a meaning but it lies in those unspoken feelings. —@catherinesodyssey

Life, Unexpected

We swim through a sea of silent serendipity. We sail into the shadows on the whispers of a wind. This fragile life conspires for eternity...

Overthinking

A thousand thoughts. Bottled up. They live inside this messy mind that looks too far ahead. —@catherinesodyssey

Anxiety + Me

Can you see it on my face when my mind starts to pace and my heart starts to race. Trapped in the corners of my mind. I want to run away....

December First.

Thirty-one days filled with promises. The eleven chapters before it echo with the promises they failed to keep. Ready for what’s next?...

It's Late.

With a sigh I look up from my laptop blurry-eyed at the darkness beyond. It’s time for a break, I write. As the cooler evening breeze...

Fragments of a year

Fragments of a year tumble towards the close. An obscure new beginning awaits. As the year melts away, I’ve found myself apprehensively...

What doesn't kill you, makes you more creative

Wandering words and swirling sentences. Yes, one day they’ll fill a book. They’ll be printed amongst those magnolia leaves of paper,...

How I *cope* with my anxiety

Often I’m asked about how I *cope* with my anxiety. It’s a question with which I struggle to find an adequate reply. It’s a state which...

Be Kind, Always

Writing is a way to express myself and make sense of the messiness of thoughts floating through my mind. Many of the kind messages I’ve...

An Ode to Overthinking

Are you overthinking what I’m overthinking? Nighttime is the time of day where many of us seem to worry the most, when overzealous...