The blog

Bring your dirty laundry. I’m sure it won’t take long to find. In my short 18 years of living, I have yet to meet someone who has never had at least a few dirty clothes lying around. It would be naive to think that we are all capable of having a wardrobe that is always fresh and clean. It’s not natural. It’s not human.

If you haven’t picked up on it yet, this is a metaphor. Yes, I’m sure you’ve heard the expression “air out your dirty laundry.” I use that phrase often as I like to invite people to come into my life and vent to me about whatever it is they can’t carry on their own. I also tend to go to my friends or family and ask “can I just air out my dirty laundry real quick?”

It’s an expression I love dearly, because in all honesty, we (human beings) pretty much always have some kind of baggage that we carry. Sometimes we realize it and sometimes we don’t, but there will always be something that can loom over us throughout our day and make us spiral. One small comment or moment can trigger a cycle of anxiety and stress and then BOOM you erupt because you held it in for too long.

Up until the most recent year in my life, I just held everything in until I couldn’t anymore, and I would sit in my room alone. Crying. Panicking. Wishing I had someone there for me, but I waited too long and now I’m just a burden and no one wants to deal with my issues and I don’t want people thinking I’m not okay and oh my gosh will my Mom send me to therapy or start “coincidentally” writing me notes and putting them in my school lunches? Is there something wrong with me? Ugh I’m so dramatic and pathetic I just need to suck it up…

Sound familiar?

If you recognize these thoughts, then hi, welcome, and I’m glad you’re here. If you’ve never felt like this before, you are probably either not human, a toddler, or a sociopath. I don’t make the rules.

Everyone…EVERYONE has struggled with allowing people to see their vulnerable, not-so-pretty sides of who they are. Life is messy and complicated and never easy regardless of the privileges you were born with. As a proud Enneagram 8, I can confidently tell you that my biggest obstacle in achieving rich relationships and Holy Confidence was my refusal to be vulnerable. I was convinced that opening up about my struggles made me weak. I was letting my Ego have an unhealthy reign in my life. More on that later.

While I am very much in the early works of learning to let go and open up, I want to offer a safe space for those who struggle with vulnerability as well. Do you feel like you always have to have it together? Have you yet to find that place of refuge where you can just, well, bring in all your dirty laundry? Do you just need to know that you’re not going through this alone?

I want this blog to be as real and authentic as possible. I plan to write at least once a week. Even if I’m not in the mood or life is just too much for me to sit down and write something “catchy” or “entertaining,” I want to put my most real, VULNERABLE self out there for you guys. As someone who has journaled and looked for a writing outlet her entire life, I decided to dedicate this space to people who just need a good conversation, someone to vent to, or maybe just a relatable read to decompress from a hard week. And as an avid coffee/tea drinker who can’t complete a task without a mug in hand, I invite you to grab a warm drink and figure out life with me. I invite you to Sip and Read…

So let’s figure out college and adulting and relationships and religion and careers and grades and health and all the things we don’t like to deal with… together.

So grab your coffee and let’s get started.