I spend a lot of time struggling to find a way to gather all of these feelings constantly running through my mind.
I spill them like hot tea over the pages of my journals.
I spend a lot time up and down with my moods and the way I look at the series of events that have lead me to this corner of my couch in the home I share with my now Hubsband. Yes I am aware that that is not a real word, and, no, I do not care.
I whimper or weep uncontrollably in his arms when the realities of this post-cancer life feel far too overwhelming.
I spend a lot of time in a tug-of-war with my thoughts and my writing. As I try to navigate their parts and to figure out which parts of my life I want to keep sacred and close to my heart, and which parts I want to share with the world. Continue reading The Road to Memoir
I am a girl. I am 25. I am a bride-to-be. I am a writer. I am a
sister, daughter, friend, a pizza enthusiast.
I am also a cancer survivor. Friends and family know this about me, and most people I encounter deduct this about me because I still wear a hat.
It really grinds my gears that sometimes people can only see me as the last person on that list. Most of the time, I really feel like that is the only thing people can see about me. But a few weeks ago, my perspective shifted after an (initially infuriating) exchange with a course mate.
Continue reading Car sharing and my self-image
Live passionately, with integrity, and no regrets.
I’m not entirely sure where that quote comes from, but about 5 years ago I found it written on a yellow post-it note in my Dad’s handwriting. Since then, these are words that I live by.
Who am I?
First and foremost, I’m just a kid and life is a nightmare…. oh wait no, that’s Simple Plan. My name is Darya! I was born and raised in Niagara Falls, Ontario, Canada. In August 2014, I took the plunge and moved across the world the Amsterdam, The Netherlands, to purse a Masters Degree. I love to write. I love pizza, donuts, and anything purple. I am a cancer survivor. Continue reading Hello world!