The Power Beyond Grief

I don’t ever remember while growing up being taught or guided on how to manage the emotional attributes of sadness & grief.  I remember one time when I was about 8 years old my nana calling the house in hysterics to inform my mom that her father had fallen ill & was in the hospital.Continue reading “The Power Beyond Grief”

The Gift In Self(ish)Care

Sometimes you have to be selfish (YOU READ THAT CORRECTLY) for your own self care preservation, which normally goes against the nature of most people upbringing regardless of how you were raised.  Im sure even the word SELFISH alone probably makes some, maybe even most people feel uncomfortable because of the negative connotation that surrounds it.Continue reading “The Gift In Self(ish)Care”

How Misfortune Saved My Life

I was groomed at an early age to see any kind of human hurt (mental, physical, emotional) as a sign of weakness, unless of course it was my former mother who was having one of her many “munchhausen” episodes, expecting our full sympathetic attention.  I was taught at a young age to shake things off,Continue reading “How Misfortune Saved My Life”

National Adoption Awareness Month ~ Behind Closed Doors

I was adopted into a generational abusive dysfunctional family, having a narcissist for a mother & an enabler as a father.   Each one of their 3 adopted children were groomed & designed to play out of the roles designated by the monarch.  We unknowingly & willingly took turns throughout our lives in a triangulation of the goldenContinue reading “National Adoption Awareness Month ~ Behind Closed Doors”

I continued to LOVE to a level greater than I ever imagined I could, making that my super human power which would make most bitter nasty bitches instead

I was one bad ass quarter bounce player

I was a serious short term party girl once, a really good one in fact! I had the ultimate desire to perfect that ability within certain limitations I had for myself out of respect, while mastering the skills of what went into that specific box and category..what can I say, you either go BIG or go homeContinue reading “I was one bad ass quarter bounce player”

within the ashes of my inner phoenix

I have an honest love affair with the gym, a place where I go to release the feelings I sometimes hold onto, outside of the incredible work out I give to myself..its a place I sweat my tears away, even if at times they are rolling out of my eyes, I still consider it eyeball sweat..its notContinue reading “within the ashes of my inner phoenix”