Every day I keep living Even though every day I want to die Nobody knows that every day I imagine my own death The peace that I might finally experience Every day I want that peace And every day I think of the pain that I will instill in my loved ones if I die
Love is an action word. A doing word. A verb. This love we have could be authentically described as a magnetic soul interconnection that materialises when two people meet and look into the mirror of their own souls. It’s insightful to see all you have tried to escape reflected back at you in the eyes
Today I fell into the cracks. Or should I say the gulley of social media and plastic surgery. Yes it was another one of those days. I found myself scrolling through hourglass figures and noticed my mind going into the I am not enoughness and my body isn’t enough as she is. The more I
The more I crack open deeply, the more parts of myself I find that I haven’t been giving love to. And the deeper I go the more I discover the depths of love I still have to give to the parts of myself I thought I had been loving wholly. It’s been a powerful journey
My kids have seen me laughing. My kids have seen me breaking down. My kids have seen me in raw, primal, unbound sadness where I didn’t control any of the sounds coming out of me. And I love that. Because what doesn’t seem like very long ago I was a woman who held it all
I have never had a desire to be anyone’s guru. I have never had a desire to be the next (Insert well known leaders name here) I have only ever had the desire to be the truest, fullest expression of myself however that looks in each and every moment. I deeply believe that no one
Blah blah fucking blah 🗣I’m better than you 🗣You don’t know as much as me 🗣I’m more spiritual than you 🗣I do the real work unlike these other fakes 🗣I can’t believe you act that way when you are supposed to be a role model I’m so over it! You know the sayings I love
I have come to realise the words best friends and bestie create a reaction in my body now that I had been trying to avoid. I have noticed I have stopped referring to friends as those words. They come with pain and a reminder of hurt for me. And after all, why do we as
I used to be referred to as a lady of leisure all the time. I used to laugh it off, but it would often be accompanied by feelings of guilt. Should I be enjoying living my life the way I am? Should I be happy that I get to do whatever I want, whenever I
Humans have massive savior complexes – myself included. Think about it – how often have you thought ‘I could have done more for them’ Or I haven’t done enough Or I’ve failed them Or… I could go on for days with these suggestions. I think the martyr complex, probably goes back to learning about Jesus
No matter what I challenge this man with he always steps up to it. I don’t know or respect another man more deeply than I do him. I married him for a reason. Not that I knew it back then. He willingly owns every part of himself even when his ego doesn’t want him to.
I’ve just now realized that the whole 9 months mum spent carrying me were probably spent numb and not wanting to connect just in case the same thing happened again. You see, my mum experienced 9 stillbirths and miscarriages before she had me. She had to grieve that many babies before I arrived. Womb trauma.