by Lauren Dow | Jun 21, 2021 | Mental Health, Personal Growth, Relationships, Self Love
Traveling opened up the window for my vulnerabilities to jump out of. It forced me to confront issues like an oncoming truck. If I didn’t move myself from the middle of the road, I would collide with the semi and that’d be the end of me.At twenty-one I was engaged to...
by Lauren Dow | Jun 14, 2021 | Happiness, Mental Health, Personal Growth, Self Love, Wellness
“The ego is telling you things you need to do to be better, to improve yourself. When in reality, it’s about what you need to let go of. You are not your ego.” After releasing my first novel, In Body I Trust, the most vulnerable piece of work I have ever written or...
by Lauren Dow | May 25, 2021 | Books, Mental Health, Writing
My hands are shaking as I write this. My armpits are sweating and I can feel my heart beating a little bit harder than it was before my fingers hit the keyboard. I’m writing you to tell you, that after 1 year of my life dedicated to feeling, writing, designing,...
by Lauren Dow | May 17, 2021 | Eating Disorder Recovery, Mental Health, Personal Growth, Self Care
Sundays are usually the days since I’ve moved to Tampa to go over to my mom’s house and give her a day of emotional rest. See, my amazing, incredible, strong, powerful, faithful mother is also a wife to a man who was diagnosed with dementia a few years ago. Being a...
by Lauren Dow | May 3, 2021 | Mental Health
This month is something special to me. Not only is it Mental Health Awareness Month, but the theme this year is “You’re Not Alone” and MY GOSH if that hasn’t been the absolute message I’ve been trying to share with so many people since I first shared my recovery...
by Lauren Dow | Apr 26, 2021 | Happiness, Mental Health, Personal Growth, Relationships, Self Love, Wellness, Writing
Wowza… I’m 31. Would you look at that? I look at myself in the mirror and see wrinkles outlining the corners of my eyes and the curvature of my cheeks. I see gray hairs sprouting through my roots and my skin becomes more like my mother’s with every passing day. On...
