You know whats not talked about? Child loss. Either while pregnant, stillborn, or during the first few years. Its uncomfortable, emotional, & uneasy. But its a topic that should be talked about. While i hope & pray that no one ever has to come face to face with it, knowing how to talk to someone… Continue reading To handle a grieving mother
I had my first run in with trauma when I was just 5 years old. It was a little past midnight, & I was sitting in a cold, grey office telling a therapist & police officer what had taken place a few short hours before. Through innocent eyes, the world became tainted. It became a… Continue reading Trauma Addict
I have been working on my body confidence for years. It is something I have always struggled with. I come from a family of extreme obesity. And yesterday, I bought my first bikini. My body longs to feel the warm kiss of the sun, and to be washed with the running water of the earth.… Continue reading Finding my unity
Everyone has said it, "It's just how I am." I used to believe that people are born with pre programmed behaviour. Such as, kindness, selfish,codependent, independent, submissive, aggressive, dominant, etc.. I believed that the way I was, was all ready predetermined during utero. There was no way to change my behaviour, it was just who… Continue reading The biggest lie we tell ourselves, “It’s just how I am.”
Why do we, as humans, belittle ourselves? We slap a smile on our face & lie to the world. We degrade our pain & sorrows as so not to be an inconvenience. We tell ourselves that what we feel does not matter. We tell ourselves we do not matter We are saying that we are… Continue reading Allow yourself to feel, we are only human after-all.
I have never been a romantic. The idea of being romanced makes me uneasy. I am more of an excitement kind of girl. Get my blood pumping, make my heart race, take my breathe away. Forget dinners & movies. Fill the gas tank & lets just drive. Quit your job, i'll quit mine. Sell everything… Continue reading Buying Flowers
I sit here, in the scorching hot bathtub. I have a bottle in hand & a cigarette in the other. I had given them up months ago, so you could have a healthy environment to grow in. And you did, for a while anyway. But you are gone now. Tears & sweat mix as they… Continue reading A Childless Mother