I have learned to be better and more open to the world about who I am with my family, my therapist, at times by many psychiatrists. The blog that I write, and of course with my memoir, has been my way of shedding my masks over the years. It took me years after my last suicide attempt to get to a place where I could open up.
September is Suicide Prevention Awareness month. While it’s great there’s a month dedicated to this, it should be 365-day year awareness. I understand suicide can be a touchy subject especially for those who have struggled with it themselves or have lost a loved one to it. I wanted to share my personal story with suicide… Continue reading September is Suicide Prevention Awareness Month
At the beginning of the year my number one goal was for me to work on healing myself from the inside out. I had put my own inner healing on hold for a long time. I had pushed down the most painful memories of my childhood in hopes I would never have to think about… Continue reading My Healing Journey
Over the years I’ve become extremely good at hiding my emotions from others. I grew up with the belief that sadness & tears made me weak so I did my best to never cry in front of people. I believed that my problems didn’t matter because out there in the world there was someone else… Continue reading No Longer Hiding my Emotions
“There is no light without shadow and no psychic wholeness without imperfection.” – Carl Jung This last month I stumbled upon something new called shadow work. It was something I’ve never heard of before and it intrigued me. Shadow work is when you take a closer look within yourself at the parts of yourself that… Continue reading Confronting Your Shadow Self
It is completely acceptable to stay alive for tiny reasons. Because you want to hear your favorite song one more time. Because your pet will miss you if you leave. The moon is just too pretty to never see. The beautiful sunsets are just too precious to never see again. Because you haven’t seen the… Continue reading Reasons To Live
Four years ago was when I hit rock bottom. I was sexually assaulted and that experience broke me. I was drinking everyday not wanting to deal with life sober. I was eating all the junk food I wanted because I didn’t want men to look at me anymore. I stopped caring about myself and everything… Continue reading Why I’m Thankful for Hitting Rock Bottom
I hope you finally get released from all the things that hold you bondage when it comes to receiving, and reciprocating, love – and the acts thereof. I hope your ears come to admire your favorite songs again – without the painful memories that the passing of time has attached to them. I hope you… Continue reading I Can Only Hope
This is a new rendition of a poem I wrote on my blog. The Silent Sands of Illness Spheres be fed the blackened beast, For long to fill his gluttonous feast. Not life itself could escape it’s grasp. For death to all the plague they clasp. Yet random the beast, it toyed it’s prey, Amused… Continue reading The Silent Sands of Illness
I have always been a giver, but how much of that is out of guilt? I made a lot of poor choices as a kid. Namely that I used to have quite the reputation as a thief. I’m talking anything from a small item to money. Always from people I knew. I don’t really get… Continue reading Self-Sabotage.