You can call me a slut You can call me a bad mum You can think I’m egotistical You can think I’m selfish You can think I share too much of myself You can think whatever you like That’s the beauty of the power of our own freedom But I would be surprised if you
Tag: support
If you had asked me 10 years ago what I think people might remember me for I never in a million years would have thought someone would think of the word Sovereignty when it came to me. For years I gave away the power over myself to everyone else. You want to have sex with
As I sit here in a food court and look around seeing all these people seperated from each other and sitting on their phones not even glancing up I realize how disconnected we have become as a society. (And yes I’m aware of the irony of being on my phone writing this haha) Where will
It saddens me when I see people celebrating how they don’t let anyone in. Or they are done with humans/men/women. It saddens me because I was that person. It saddens me because I still fight that programming sometimes. The thoughts of should I be sharing in this connection or will they just leave me like
The other night I thought to myself, after hearing numerous times about all the stuff I used to do, that I would give old Shannii a rerun. The Shannii who didn’t speak up and just people pleased because it was just easier. Except this time it wasn’t. And I realized how often I used to
So many people go through life being who they think they are, who others say they are or who they think they should be, when who they truly are is submerged beneath conformity, habit, stereotypes, cultural expectations and other people’s opinions. So ask yourself who you are and assume, just for a minute, that you
It’s virtually impossible to be a strong space holder unless we have others who will hold space for us. We need to know there are some who we can be vulnerable with without fear of being judged. To truly support people we cannot take their power away, instead we get to empower them to make
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








