Tag: survivor

Bittersweet beginnings

A few years ago I decided to break my silence. I didn’t know what I was walking into. I just knew when I told friends in private, it did not result in safe situations. My options were to continue to ignore the darkness, embrace…

The Universe is cheeky & magical

What seeds are being watered? What truths are being accepted? What story am I telling myself today? Valid questions that deserve time for pause. Or time for action. But really, it’s a moment to reflect. I trust the Universe. I trust myself. I trust…

It’s time to stop running & start planting roots

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…

The day my childhood bedroom turned into a crime scene.

The crime: domestic abuse The weapon: a loaded gun The victim: me (the daughter) The motive: unprocessed pain? uncontrolled anger? Tempers flying was a norm. “I’m not yelling! You want to hear yelling?!” was a regular tagline. So was, “Stop it or I’ll give…

Is suicide selfish or does humanity lack empathy?

***I wrote this on November 13th, 2017. It was part of my NaNoWriMo challenge. I shared my waking thoughts for 30 days as an effort to embrace ALL emotions. I’ve been conditioned not to share anything other than smiles and laughter. So I guess…

Letter of Gratitude: Dad

Dear Dad, I’m not sure how we got here but I want you to know that you are loved. I wouldn’t change anything from the first 20 years. You were supportive, present, encouraging, protective and my favorite teacher. You were my hero. I admire…

Hoovering? Love Bombing? … who knows?! It’s just another manipulation.

When I date someone, I start a shoebox for relationship keepsakes. When the relationship ends, the box turns into a bag. The bag gets chucked into my closet. I shared this quirk with some friends and they wanted to open the bags… They thought…

Focusing on the Good does not mean Forgetting the Bad.

“You wouldn’t know how we feel. You come from White Privilege.” “Your life is just so perfect. You’ve never had to deal with hardship.” “Everything is just so easy for you. Pretty girl privilege.” Last week, these were statements made to me when I…

Poem: Do you know how it feels

Do you know how it feels when every part of your being says NO but your heart says JUST ONE MORE CHANCE Do you know how it feels when you use language like “You need help” or “You are embarrassing yourself” Do you know…

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