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

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....

This isn’t just about one worker. It’s about all of us who’ve been promised opportunity, worked harder than anyone, and still got punished for speaking truth. This is a callout to every leader who rewards performance over principle, and a prayer for justice that’s long overdue. When loyalty is used as a leash and truth is treated like a threat the system is already cracking. And when karma arrives, she doesn’t knock… she kicks the damn door in.” 🛠️💔🔥

What if the toughest moments in life weren’t punishment but preparation? From temptation to faith, from brokenness to love, this deeply personal reflection explores the chaos, the beauty, and the raw humanity of trying to live with integrity in an often unfair world. A reminder that love, real love, is worth fighting for even when the dishes are piling up. 🥀❤️💪

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.

Fantasies fade. They always do. The shine dulls, the faults surface, and you're left with the real. The bitter. The breathless. The broken. But I am not your fear. I am not the mistake you rehearse when you're looking for someone to blame. I am the one who chose to change.

Thirteen years after the rape, fear still follows me at night, at the mailbox, in my mind. In this deeply vulnerable post, I share what it’s like to live with trauma that doesn’t just disappear... and the fight to reclaim safety, power, and peace one terrifying step at a time.

A raw confession of how guilt can quietly steal your power—even when you're known for being bold. In this vulnerable reflection, Michele explores contradictions, illness, lost strength, and the secret longing for acceptance from those who mattered most. Truth meets healing, and the elephant in the room finally gets named.