I carried a jagged glass ball in my throat for decades. Swallowed it to survive. Smiled through it. But silence is a slow death. This is what the voice said when I finally let it speak. A channeled reckoning in shards, smoke, and scream.
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I almost didn’t go. But somewhere between the music, the tears, and the strangers' smiles, something shifted in me. Healing doesn’t always arrive the way we expect. Sometimes it sneaks in through ordinary moments — and the courage to stop hiding who we are.
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A shadow at the foot of the bed. A dream that didn’t end when I opened my eyes. This is a story about fear, awakening, and reclaiming what was frozen.
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We’ve all been told that we need to "find our purpose," but what if that’s not the right approach? In this post, I’m challenging the “find your purpose” narrative and offering a fresh take on living a life full of meaning. It’s not about having everything figured out or finding the one perfect path. It’s about experimenting, exploring what excites your soul, and embracing the constant evolution of who you are. Life is an experiment—there are no wrong answers, just opportunities to grow. So, let go of the pressure to "get it right" and start living a life that feels fulfilling, exciting, and most importantly, uniquely yours.
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In 2018, I decided to take a break from alcohol, and it quickly turned into a life-changing journey that’s still going strong today. But it wasn’t just about quitting booze—it was about reconnecting with myself in a way I hadn’t done in years. Meditation became my lifeline, guiding me through the discomfort, pain, and overwhelming emotions I’d been numbing with alcohol. In this post, I share how meditation helped me not only stay alcohol-free but also uncovered truths about myself I wasn’t ready to face before. If you're wondering whether alcohol and meditation can coexist, my story might just provide the answer you're searching for.
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Reflecting on the return of Trump and the Age of Aquarius, this post offers personal insights and practical guidance on navigating fear, divisiveness, and how we can show up better for each other in 2025.
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‘Twas the night before Christmas, and all through the house,Anxiety was stirring—so much to fret about.The stockings were hung, not quite straight but who cared,Because perfection’s a myth we’ve all unfairly declared. The fur-babies were restless, pacing the floor,Awaiting their treats, always hungry for more.And Dad in his hoodie, and I in mine too,Sat quietly wondering, “How much more can we do?” When suddenly from outside there arose such a clatter,Our dogs barked in chorus, as if the world were in shatter.I peeked through the curtains, my pulse running high,And saw a lone courier under the moonlit sky. Packages stacked, he dashed to his van,As I muttered, “Another thing we…
