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And we all call each other “bat shit crazy,” without the realization that we’re all one in the same, just slaying different demons or entertaining different angels. Few seem to stop and take accountability for where they, too, have been. And, I am guilty today. I don’t know what it is that threw me over the edge….

The Edge.

I’ve been through it. We all have. Haven’t we? Jesus, I swear living as a human being has been our hardest trick to pull off. I’ve set out since day one to pave an easier road for those that have experienced extreme states and for those that will sooner or later endure it. I literally…

Be Like a Tree.

When do we cut ties with trauma, folks? I mean, when do the pep talks stop and when does the real healing begin? Can we even claim that we have been healed from something without judgement? So many of us, myself included, either are or have been so accustomed to trauma and those feel-good stints…

Knock, Knock.

Passion calls us forth into action. Passion evolves. Passion moves. Passion simmers until it boils. Passion strives. Passion pushes. Passion changes. Passion pokes and prods. Passion speaks. Passion walks through its own flames, screaming loud enough to be heard. But, passion also calls us to rest. revive or recoup … long enough to digest.  This…

Life Beyond Recovery.

 “Healers are Spiritual Warriors who have found the courage to defeat the darkness of their souls. Awakening and rising from the depths of their deepest fears, like a Phoenix rising from the ashes. Reborn with a wisdom and strength that creates a light that shines bright enough to help, encourage, and inspire others out of…

Let’s Face It.

Reflecting with new awareness – I find it funny how two men, who claimed to know me the best and were delusional enough to believe they could war it out and win me over with words and phrases like, “compromise’, “medication,” or better yet … “She’s difficult,” actually thought they won, when in reality, I…

Booty Trap.

There were no roses on my doorstep. Neither was there a plate full of tacos. Just 4 frantic phone calls in the middle of the night from a drunken man looking for a place to lie his weary head. To the man, who shall remain a mystery, you missed out on me. I became a…