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The struggle to balance my need for financial self-sustenance, fulfilling my calling, and being grounded outside of material things has been real. My husband makes money. It’s accessible to me. I’m not earning significantly at the moment. That gets to me. It’s been about 4 months since I last earned any income from my company…

Dear empathetic person… First and foremost, you’re empathetic, not empathic. You’re not an empath either. Only aliens are empaths. I see people calling themselves empaths, and I have been resisting the urge to DM them to correct the grammar. But on my blog, it’s a public service announcement haha. That said, being overly empathetic is…

Those 3 words. Not “I love you”. “I Don’t Know”. Simple yet complicated. A lot of people find it hard to say. And it is understandable and relatable why. For so many, it’s social conditioning. Our education system is based on knowing rather than discovery or curiosity. We do not encourage vulnerability in any way…

People are so quick to point out that there are so many toxic women out there with high self-confidence that they can’t back up. To me, that sounds like the male gender that has bravado and the highest sense of self-esteem. When they describe charisma in a man, it usually means how he carries himself…

On 22 November 2016, completely living my life unaware, I collapsed at a friend’s wedding. Then I wouldn’t stop fainting sporadically. Many days  after and after many trips in and out of hospitals, I was diagnosed with Functional Neurological Disorder, I was suffering from Complex PTSD, Anxiety Disorder and Clinical Depression. I was 23 years…

When you’re with someone you love, you feel they’re the most beautiful person in the world.  You feel you  don’t deserve them, their love, their kindness, as if they’re the only ones that see you. Without their gaze you  die and wither away.  So you do everything in your power to make sure their eyes…

The one thing I have been before I was anything else, was a writer. Reading was an escape, but writing came as natural as the air I breathed. My material was mostly dark because it reflected my inner turmoil.  This mostly made me believe something was wrong with my writing. I didn’t know I just…