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Resume of an overthinker

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does it matter

were we meant to feel lonely

is learning to love yourself the end game unfolding

appreciate the quiet and have time to think

don’t reach for a bottle; no need for a drink

does it hurt less to miss you when I pray

do all dads go to heaven if they leave before they’re gray

talking to you as if you’re my last friend

the only person who knew me when life began

following your footsteps, so isolated in my mind

racing for answers and questioning time

how does it feel to have it all figured out

is that what the idea of heaven is all about

when it finally makes sense; no questions to ask

nothing is regrettable and life is the past

not scared to die, but scared not to live

purpose is lost if I don’t know how to give

desire to fulfill what is called to my heart

navigating the path to doing my part

such a mess but somehow smiling inside

I’ll figure it out; swallow my pride

ego takes my thinking to places it need not be

strangers opinions weighing heavy on me

trapped in a cycle of should I and it couldn’t be

knowing I’m stronger but it still eats at me

fighting the demons that say “stay in one place”

changes are uncomfortable but need to be made

temptation of comfort tries to leave things as is

keeps my soul from starting a fire with passion to win

it’s loud in my mind and I distract it with words

I speak to learn others and to drown the absurd

back and forth conversations that play in my mind

give attention to others and leave ration behind

yes, you can; no you can’t; which will it be

whichever you choose becomes the key

it’s harder than saying and doing gets rough

when your mind won’t stop running

and your heart feels covered in rust

slow down and chase it; one in the same

hurry up and be patient; my own mind to blame

  • HDM

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● About Me

I’m Heather Dyan Morgan, a writer, speaker, and podcast host who left behind everything I knew to start over from scratch.
Literally the definition of wandering the wild mess.

Born and raised in Utah (yes, I grew up Mormon), I walked away from the only life I had ever known—including a good man who simply wasn’t meant for me, and moved to Tennessee with no friends, no family, and no place to call home. I had spent over a decade climbing the corporate ladder, and one day I simply told my boss: “I’m moving. Keep me or don’t.”

A little wild? Maybe. But I’ve always felt like a caged bird waiting to be free.
And once I finally jumped, there was no turning back.

Those early months, bouncing between Airbnbs, navigating heartbreak, identity shifts, and deep solitude, were more than a leap. They were a rebirth.
And somehow, they became the beginning of everything.

Now I share my journey through my podcast (Wandering the Wild Mess), I’m working on an aligned project of digital healing guides, and continue to pour into the written word—because storytelling has always been my way of making sense of the chaos and helping others feel less alone in theirs.

I’ve been writing since I could hold a pencil and asking deep questions since I could form a sentence. I’m endlessly curious about the human experience—how we think, feel, and move through this world. I believe we don’t fail; we just evolve.

I’m here to remind you that it’s okay not to have it all figured out. You’re allowed to grow, grieve, start over, and still be wildly worthy of love and joy.

I enjoy deep conversations, acoustic music, mountain views, and campfire moments that make you feel something. And I believe that if you’re reading this, you’re here for a reason.

Thanks for being part of my wild mess. Let’s wander it together.

And in case no one told you today—you matter

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