The demon frazzle

Stagnant energy filled her soul. Exhaustion permeating ever bone in her body. Day after day, all the same. She was frazzled. That’s the best word to describe it. Anxiety and emotional turmoil finally beat her down so that she frayed at the edges. It had a name. As with any demon, knowing it’s name gave … More The demon frazzle

On Apathy

That feeling of nothing permeated her every moment. Moments of fleeting joy quickly turned sour as her brain couldn’t catch up. She was not sad, she was nothing. No joy, no tears, no anger. Floating through the days, waiting for the one where she would wake up and be herself again. She knew the day … More On Apathy

New beginnings

A year ago her life felt hopeless. She was lost, adrift at sea. Today she has conquered many fears, faced her past, and branched out. She faces new challenges as mountains to climb. Hard work, yes, but the high of reaching the summit pushes her forward. She can and will conquer all challenges.

Universe—I release to you all that no longer serves me. Please guide me on my path to manifesting my best life.

This post is going to be a little different than my previous posts. This morning, I listened to a live stream by the Manifestion Babe. She brought up one of my favorite practices of late and I want to share my practice with you all—releasing what no longer serves me and inviting that which helps … More Universe—I release to you all that no longer serves me. Please guide me on my path to manifesting my best life.

She was a force of nature— Reflecting on one year of sobriety and finding herself again

One year. One year of choices made. One year of growing up, of radical change, of heartbreak, of joy, of newfound friendship, new family, new everything. They said no major changes in the first year, but she changed it all. She became The Girl again. She found her voice. She found her freedom. It had … More She was a force of nature— Reflecting on one year of sobriety and finding herself again

Wait– I get to decide what I believe? A journey to spirituality and freedom.

The girl was raised in a loosely Christian household. She went to church with her family as a child, went to Sunday school, participated in Christmas plays, and prayed. She never felt hate in her childhood church, and to this day, this church holds a special place in her heart. She sold painted rocks to … More Wait– I get to decide what I believe? A journey to spirituality and freedom.