Tag: healing
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The Forgotten Ritual There’s a ritual older than spellwork, more cleansing than smoke, and more transformative than any crystal grid or moonlit manifestation. It doesn’t require candles, herbs, or a perfectly timed moon phase. It’s called: “I’m sorry.” And somehow, it’s the one incantation people refuse to cast. Instead, they dodge and deflect. They clarify…
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A love letter to the women who stopped apologizing for choosing themselves. The Myth of Completion Somewhere between Disney movies and dating apps, we were brainwashed. Conditioned to believe that a woman’s story isn’t whole until a man enters the frame—until there’s a ring, a “Mrs.” before your name, and a happily ever after that…
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I’ve been on both sides of body shaming. When I was bigger, people said I should lose weight.Now that I have, they say I’ve gone too far. Funny how no one ever stops to ask how I feel—they just measure their comfort against my body and call it concern. The Familiar Voice of “Concern” It’s…
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What the Body Remembers I don’t have many memories of my Grandpa—I was eight or nine when he passed—but the ones I do have are vivid. Cemented.And the clearest of all? His energy hugs. Whenever we walked into the house, my Grams was there first—ready with her lipstick kisses and her “Hi, sweetie!”—and then we’d…
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When Sleeplessness Isn’t Mania — It’s the Weight of Everything Anybody who knows me knows I don’t do all-nighters.Jamie used to make fun of me for it — no matter what we were doing, I’d hit my wall by 2AM like clockwork. My brain would just…power down. So when I stayed awake for nearly a…
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The Ghost of the Girl I Used to Be That girl in the photo? She’s a stranger to me now. She was in her first year of homeownership and her first “grown-up” job. Working on her bachelor’s degree. Juggling a goofy dog and an even goofier fiancé. She battled her own demons, sure, but she…
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The Confession Hiding in the “About Me” Section When I first built my author website, I was thinking clean, professional, predictable — a digital business card for my books. I didn’t plan on bleeding all over the keyboard. I figured I’d post a few updates, maybe some behind-the-scenes thoughts about writing. Simple. Safe. But something…