Sick As Shit, But NOT Accepting This.
I most likely "should" not be doing this today, after all I am sick. I am recovering from this nasty as f*ck cold that took over my voice, my chest, my
I most likely "should" not be doing this today, after all I am sick. I am recovering from this nasty as f*ck cold that took over my voice, my chest, my
Resistance is futile. Our resistance to the life that we want is sheer craziness in itself.Yet we continue to do it. We continue to just say NO, to ourselves. To our hearts and our
I wake. I open myself. I breathe in deeper. I feel my fear of this expansion, of this birthing, This quaking of my soul as it rattles the cage that it has
I sit here this morning not wanting to open up my text thread with my ex. The negativity, the control, the anger that comes from it, and that I feel inside
🙊🙉🤭😈 My monkey's tried to get me laid. 🔥🔥🙊☺️ Only in my world of crazy does this sort of stuff happen. Only in my world is it allowed, Embraced and accepted. In
Sadness. Joy. Amazement. Surrender. I shudder at the thought of the release. Where will I go from here? Whom will I become? My heart is holding so much, I can barely withstand the sensations some days as
This is a hymn for the one's who have no closure. His arms around my throat, commanding me to stop. Stealing my joy. Stealing my heart. Killing me softly as the song states. Killing our
As a woman you would think it easy for me to be open and vulnerable, trusting even of the feminine. Of other women. That sisterhood would just come naturally and
Arms open wide. His arms, so open. So supportive. So full love. Of acceptance. I welcomed his embrace with my whole heart and soul. Needing to be held. To be carried in this moment. Needing his witnessing