I’m presented with an interesting challenge. At this exact moment, there is another wave of people from my past that are resurfacing. There is a moderate chance it’s because I have been blasting my social media with living large (back to my globetrotting ways). My experience is that harmful people come out to play whenContinue reading “Does time heal everything?! (No, consistency does)!”
Tag Archives: Domestic Violence
A drop that turns into a flowing river…
I know that my power is ridiculously strong. I do my best to purify my heart so that I am a constant flow of love. Some days are better than others but the point is that I’m always trying. Trying. Progress is perfection. Every.single.day. I strive to be my best version. That said, I haveContinue reading “A drop that turns into a flowing river…”
Challenge Roma Triathlon (70.3) – race recap
This is my 3rd restart for writing… I have so many things in my heart that need to come out but I’m struggling to articulate what needs to be said. It’s not a matter of what I want to say. It’s embracing the frustration of wanting to say something and experiencing a disconnect between myContinue reading “Challenge Roma Triathlon (70.3) – race recap”
Mindfulness without Cynicism​
I’ve been having a number of conversations with people these last few weeks. Perhaps this is a testament to being back in the flow… Mindfulness. Attachment. Expectations. Cups of Love. Give mode. Projections. One of the conversations I would like to share has been my desire to be mindful without being cynical. To see thingsContinue reading “Mindfulness without Cynicism​”
Difference between toxic and abuse
There is a subtle, yet important difference between toxic people and abusive people. At least in my world, they are different, not interchangeable. A toxic person is someone that is blissfully unaware of their garbage. Putting others down is their way of life and it doesn’t stop. They don’t necessarily approach you. They are justContinue reading “Difference between toxic and abuse”
Breaking the Trauma Bond (Domestic Violence)
I’ve been digesting so much information. The information is useless to my heart. The heart wants what the heart wants. The head can digest the information but the heart doesn’t think, it only feels. The heart is taught that family is there no matter what. The heart says that everyone deserves love. The heart saysContinue reading “Breaking the Trauma Bond (Domestic Violence)”
Reflections: The Abused Dog
I started writing about Mindfulness without Cynicism. The words were easy to write but not the message that my heart wanted to share. I could not hit publish. This is my restart. I’m forcing myself to share these words. But rather than a purge, I’m sharing a story of an abused dog. Something relatable. ***Continue reading “Reflections: The Abused Dog”
Reflecting on Tools: Writing vs Sports
When one is building a new skill, it’s necessary to minimise as many factors as possible. For instance, I have been leaning on sports for as long as I can remember as an emotional processing tool. Yes, I love sports. Yes, sports make me feel better. The underlining reasoning for doing sports was a constructiveContinue reading “Reflecting on Tools: Writing vs Sports”
The day my childhood bedroom turned into a crime scene.
The crime: domestic violence The weapon: a loaded gun The victim: me (the daughter) The motive: unprocessed pain? uncontrolled anger? Tempers flying was the norm. “I’m not yelling! You want to hear yelling?!” was a regular tagline. So was, “Stop it or I’ll give you something to cry about.” We had good days but man,Continue reading “The day my childhood bedroom turned into a crime scene.”
I do not negotiate with terrorists.
I’ve been pouring my heart and soul into my writing these last few weeks. Most of the words are not public… I reached some new territory for my processing and needed to give myself some personal space. I have found that writing makes me vulnerable and I maintain balance by sharing, observing, sharing, observing, sharing…Continue reading “I do not negotiate with terrorists.”