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”

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”