Just one more moment. Just one more breath. Just one more drink. If i can just make it through this night. This holiday. This crisis. This heartbreak. Survival is getting through that moment. When the tears no longer flow…
Continue readingI was just having a conversation with a dear friend about how wounded people have a hard time with love. I had a hard time with love for a long time. Before I began to understand my need for healing,…
Continue readingWhat if we could accept that our value has nothing to do with who we are or what we do and everything to do with the fact that we simply exist? I had a great therapist in Boston who…
Continue readingI was raised in a very conservative religious culture that placed a high premium on image. Women in particular were expected to be self-sacrificial, submissive and people pleasing. How I presented to the world was a big deal. Failure to…
Continue readingThe first time I cut myself, was the week of my twenty-sixth birthday. I stood in the bathroom, eyes blurred, wrist over the sink, watching the blood run satisfyingly down my arm, mesmerizing my bloodshot blurred eyes. So unnatural and…
Continue reading“All of our heroes, at some point, broke away from the norm, the crowd, the established, to become pioneers, to find their own spiritual property, to build their own spiritual homes, to become caretakers of their own lives. Sovereign.” ~The Liberation of Sophia, David…
Continue reading“I abandoned everyone. Therefore I felt abandoned. Because I was.” ~ The Liberation of Sophia, David Hayward This is the second installment in a three-part series. If you not yet read Part I, I encourage you to do so first. In…
Continue reading“Even though my freedom dawned within me like the gentle sun rise, when I made it manifest in my outward life it was like throwing open the door to a winter storm, and it blasted me and everyone around me.” ~The Liberation…
Continue readingAbout six months ago, I was driving home in the pouring rain reflecting on Brene Brown’s book Braving the Wilderness which talks a lot about healing our wounded parts by welcoming them home to ourselves. Suddenly I was immersed in memories….
Continue readingI was on the phone last week with an old friend and she was asking me about the recent changes in my life. She was mostly concerned about my finances since I had left my lucrative real estate career to…
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Through this blog I share in a very raw way my story of surviving trauma, years of hidden depression and my (ongoing) journey of healing and coming home to myself.
My prayer is that through this blog and all of the beautiful things that transpire out of it, you and others will find strength, peace and healing knowing you were created in, and are indeed, Divine love.
XO,
