🔥 Tarot Tap Wednesday, October 22nd ✨ Opening Message There comes a moment when the universe stops whispering and starts dropping bricks. Signs aren’t subtle anymore. Patterns repeat not because life is cruel but because someone hasn’t learned what they were meant to learn. Lessons ignored become louder. The spirit grows restless. The soul grows tired. Energy becomes clogged. Life stands still. Today’s spread makes that crystal clear: we are standing in a cycle that refuses

🌑 Virgo New Moon The Psychology of Renewal and the Magic of Earth This New Moon in Virgo aligns with the Autumn Equinox, a natural...

Unknown artist 🕊️ Rest vs. Avoidance: Peter Pan Syndrome, Passive-Aggressive Avoidance, and Learned Helplessness What “ Peter Pan...

Focus or Fucus, I Decide! written on August 18, 2017 I always questioned a close friend when we first met, wondering if they really were...

A love letter to the ones fighting monsters and the ones loving them through it. On relapse, resilience, and rising again.

I’ve been at the very bottom and I’ve risen higher than I ever thought possible. I’ve walked away from everything I knew, faced tragedy after tragedy, and still… I believe. Not because I’ve seen God, but because I’ve felt Him in every survival story I carry. This is my reminder that even the darkest seasons can lead to the brightest faith and that sometimes, you’re not tired from surviving anymore you’re just tired because you’re ready to live.

Yesterday I Cried, Today I Focus and Find Every Reason to Smile originally written on January 8, 2017 Have you ever been knocked down so...

Mental illness is not just an internal struggle it's a family battleground. The world cheers for survivors of physical illness, yet those battling for their minds often suffer in silence. This reflection honors the raw truth of mental health, the misunderstood genius of those who carry it, and the strength it takes to love them through it. 💚

Keep on Swimming ~ Loving Through the Highs and Lows originally written 🗓 December 12, 2016 This is me. Sweet. Understanding. Joyful....

Trust isn’t just something we give it’s something we live. In a world full of fake profiles, broken promises, and surface-level relationships, I’m peeling back the layers and getting real about honesty, betrayal, and what it means to stand in your truth. This one’s for the bold, the broken, and the believers. 💯🔥

A raw, humorous, and heartfelt reflection on life with bipolar disorder its highs, lows, passion, and the misunderstood beauty of living with a wild mind. From creative highs to crashing lows, this post explores love, mental illness, and self-discovery.

Expression isn’t always pretty. It’s messy, emotional, raw, and beautifully unpredictable. It’s not about being understood sometimes, it’s just about setting something free. 🕊️ And in that release, even if no one gets it… I do. And that’s enough.

When you’re loyal to a fault, love can blind you to disrespect. This fierce post is a call to all women especially her daughter to rise, release toxic love, and remember they’re a Lamborghini in a world full of skateboards.

After the sudden loss of her 14-year-old son Issac, I wrote this letter to my friend Kara an expression of shared sorrow, spiritual hope, and the invisible threads of love that connect us through unspeakable pain.

On the 4th of July, under the trees and moonlight, I watched someone I loved fade before my eyes. Years later, through pain, reflection, and a visit from the other side, I’ve learned that some stories aren’t meant to be closed. This is a letter to Victor the boy who saw me, loved me, and left too soon.

Fresh out of the ER, drained and soul-weary, I reflect on love, loss, mental illness, and the divine journey back to myself. This is the raw testimony of a woman who’s been broken, lifted, and called to rise again through faith, trauma, laughter, and healing. I found strength in surrender, and in telling the truth, finally found my way home.

A raw, soul baring reflection on trauma, memory, and the monsters we secretly reawaken just to see if we're still strong enough to fight. This post unpacks the quiet ache of growth, the confusion of healing, and the light of hope with a closing tarot message from The Star to guide us back to ourselves.

I didn’t leave my marriage after 19 years because I gave up I left because I finally saw the truth. This isn’t about blame. This is about breaking the cycle of fear, guilt, and emotional survival. I’m not running, I’m rising.

We didn’t break apart in a single moment. It happened slowly—in silence, in solitude, in the space where “we” used to live. This is a story of two people who loved deeply, but lost themselves trying to hold on. It wasn’t him. It wasn’t me. It was us.

What do we really lose when we say goodbye and what part of ourselves are we trying to find again? This is a raw, soul-searching reflection on change, choice, and listening to the quiet voice within.