I'm a square peg, a wanderer, a gypsy, and a hippie massage therapist. I've spent my life failing at fitting into what the world calls normal. I don't like to stay in the same place for too long, material possessions feel like weights dragging me down. I want to explore, see new places and meet new people. I believe in being kind to others. Treating others the way I want to be treated. "We aren't all going through the sane thing, but we are all going through something" I'm a novice hiker with most of my experience scrambling the deserts and canyons of the Las Vegas valley. I dream of a triple crown by my 50th birthday in 2025!
I've had trouble sleeping, my mania is all over the place. I think of the trail during the entire day, but I can't seem to feel like I'm making any
Today is Jan 1, 2020. I woke up with a severe case of anxiety and claustrophobia and depression. I'm starting the new year by checking myself into
My Bipolar Journey I don't believe in coincidence. I'm sadly misinformed about a lot of things, mainly because my bipolar disorder distracts me,
My Bipolar Journey This journey isn't only about me. So, in true broke-ass hippie fashion, funding my thru-hike is an issue. I've heard about
The number one question: WHY? On every blog, on every Facebook or Instagram or Twitter account, the number one question that potential thru-hikers
Who I Was, Who I Am, and Who Am I Going to be When I Finish My birth certificate and new bosses think my name is Elizabeth, but mom never called me