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After months of having abandoned this ship, I found my way back to my first blog, Lost Storm. And it wasn’t without a pinch in my heart that I decided that it was time for me to put it in the past.

This journey helped me grow in so many different ways and it had truly become a friend and ally in my struggles through life. I started it back in 2016 and having dedicated so much time to it and shared so much of me there, it made it quite hard to stray away from Lost Storm.
However, as I now slowly enter a brand new chapter of my life, I realize that in order to keep growing and actually move forward, I need to let go of that old friend. So I am starting this new blog as I am truly a new woman after all the skin and tears that have been shed the last five years.

Fear not, though, you will still be able to read my old posts and visit my blog all the same by going to chloerivsblog.wordpress.com ; but I will not be posting there anymore.

If I’m being honest, I do not think that things will be much different on this blog than they were on the previous ones. But it is really all about starting on a blank canvas to accompany a new beginning in my life. That previous canvas had so many layers already on, I fear it would have completely collapsed and lost meaning if I kept adding more.

So, here’s to never giving up and to all those bruises & scars that the Universe has gifted/will gift us! You can find new posts below or by clicking here.

  • She is tired of waiting, too.

    September 29, 2022 by

    These days, I haven’t been there for myself or anybody else. I have been mindlessly roaming–every breath I have taken the last two years has felt like glass shards entering my lungs. A week ago, I was once again lost in a soundproof bubble; the purpose of which I mistakenly thought was to shelter me… Read more

  • gravity owns you

    August 10, 2022 by

    The air never fills my lungs completely, most of the time I’m heaving through a hand sewn smile. No one has to know—look through me. Long before this vessel was even made, something was already broken. Wires wouldn’t know to embrace each other, parts couldn’t fit together, and to this day, cannot move freely—They cannot… Read more

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