“Argh that’s enough” I exclaimed as I held my hands up in the stop symbol. I stood there in the middle of the room not saying a word after that. There had been yelling, blaming, retaliating happening. But as I stood there in my quiet power the anger dissipated. Most people in my presence will
I’ve done a lot of ‘work’ on my traumas and self healing. And yet still I find myself choosing to be alone. To process alone. Not reaching out to those I love and trust even though I know they would be there for me. Still putting others needs before my own and not speaking up
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
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.
When I moved to Australia as a 15 yr old with my younger brother and sister I never could have guessed the direction my life would take. 6 months later after meeting the guy who would later become the father of my two oldest children I moved into his place with his dad and brother.
This is my opinion – take it or leave it… The biggest problem in the world right now is people have forgotten where they came from. We forget that sharing the knowledge we have now, came with all our experiences in life and to get to where we are now we had to go through