There are moments when people cross paths and magic happens and then there are less than magical moments. As I embrace another growth spurt, I’m in new housing, surrounded by a handful of new energy and expanding some of my existing businesses. Summer camp has come to a rather abrupt end (more on this later).Continue reading “Serendipity & Collateral Damage”
Historically, my perfectionist side has attracted some pretty unhealthy people. My humble side makes them think I’m incompetent. My previous low self-esteem allowed them into my space. Once they recognised my inner strength, they sought to destroy. Sharing snippets of the knuckleheads I used to entertain was healing. If anything to hold myself accountable for growth. It never seemed toxic when I kept quiet. I was far too busy making excuses for unethical behaviour. It was only once I started writing things down that I began to see the flaws in my own character.
Breaking the silence on abuse is not always possible. It can be very dangerous. Depending on the type of abuse and the emotional stability (or lack thereof) of the abuser, it can lead to murder. That said, I have found great comfort in a few truths… Reputation I would rather people think I’m “crazy” andContinue reading “6 Lessons Learned: Breaking My Silence”
Rocky is BAE (Before Anything Else). Well, I say that Rocky is BAE when really I should be saying that I am BAE. My needs. My desires. My wants. I should come first. Making myself a priority has its challenges. I come from a family that prioritised the needs of others before self. This hasContinue reading “Reframing: My Impact on the World”
I’ve been thinking of ways to acknowledge this season of healing and celebrate my existence. This tattoo symbolises so many things… the pictures capture just about every single emotion possible… I love my bio family with something fierce. My love will never fade. I’m OK that they do not love me in a way that IContinue reading “It’s time to stop running & start planting roots”
I started this entry on August 31. A few days after I left ‘home’. My mother was having open heart surgery, meaning I had to deal with the most manipulative person in the entire world (her son). Her son had distorted her reality to a point where she was already a shell. When she’s notContinue reading “Broken vs Evil… is there a difference?”
What is love? Love is knowing that I could have been killed in December 2009; the world could be without a Jessica Marie Corvo. But it’s not. I’m here. I survived. And to me, love is honouring, respecting, and celebrating that I’m here. My existence matters. And I am worthy.
What if I told you that everything in your heart Was going to be pulled completely apart? Every smile that is shared Is another ‘hit’ to be bared You decided to dim your light Because you were tired of the fight Every way you turn Something started to burn You protect your friendships with somethingContinue reading “Poem: What if I told you…”
Perspectives are SO important. Mine is very uncommon… I’m back to sharing my morning rambles. Kind of… each time that I openly share my words (to me) it’s a personal declaration that I will not be silenced by people causing me harm. And sharing the pain in my world is my way of seeking truth andContinue reading “Resilience: Helping you #BeYourOwnHero”
Dear Biological Father, I know you are hurting. I know that you are in pain. I know that you are failing with tools to manage your pain. I still do not agree with how you continue to lash out at other people, but I understand. A number of people told me to cut my lossesContinue reading “Dear Biological Father, Please stop.”