Life is meant to be lived fully

  • Moving Right Along

    A little sneak peek into the Skelly life & Daily Writing Prompt… Today’s writing prompt turned into something a bit more personal, so I thought I’d share a glimpse of what’s ahead. Big changes are on the horizon, and while… Continue reading

    Moving Right Along
  • Our Life Together

    Time passes, but some words never lose their meaning. ‘Together We Go’ is a piece I wrote years ago, yet it still holds so much truth. Because life isn’t about going it alone—it’s about who walks beside us.” 📖 Revisit… Continue reading

    Our Life Together
  • The Worrier and Faithful

    I wrote this poem in September 2019, and it still hits deep. Poetry has a way of moving through time, capturing the raw beauty of being human—the contrast of love and fear, hope and doubt, courage and fear. I am… Continue reading

    The Worrier and Faithful
  • Rebuilding Me: A Story of Healing and Hope

    **WARNING* Sensitive Topics** Originally written in 2019, this post reflects one of the darkest yet most transformative times in my life. I have since found healing—mentally, physically, and spiritually—through therapy, faith, and lifestyle changes. While this post captures raw struggles,… Continue reading

    Rebuilding Me: A Story of Healing and Hope
  • Do You See Me

    Do You See Me Do You See Me? In 2018, I wrote this poem during one of the darkest seasons of my life—a time when I was just holding on. Rereading it now, years later, was incredibly difficult, and deciding… Continue reading

    Do You See Me
  • Table For One | Diner Reflections

    This post reflects on a moment of solitude at a small diner that shifted my perspective on slowing down and being all in. I realize that taking time to care for myself isn’t selfish but necessary! Be present and appreciate… Continue reading

    Table For One | Diner Reflections
  • Surrender

    I’m reblogging a post from 2018—one of the very first things I ever wrote here. I’m so excited to share something so deeply meaningful. I was unrecognizable then—lost in loneliness and uncertainty. Those silent, isolating days shaped me, forcing me… Continue reading

    Surrender