As a shaman, I am 100% for plant medicine. I study Ayurveda and am certified as an integrative nutritionist, among other holistic traditions. I also have a following of trusting clients and students who believe in the answers I give them.
So I try everything first, and I mean I…
The Mama was crazy, the Daddy was mean
The kids all turned out somewhere right in between
From dawn until dusk the whole family would yell
The sounds from their house were like demons in hell
The neighbors were too scared to ask for some quiet
The landlord tried selling, but…
Remember: You and your parter are not enemies. You love each other.
Remember that. Not enemies. **Unless you’re stuck in a case of abuse, narcissism, other extreme dysfunction, or infidelity** then generally speaking, the two of you are a team. …
Once upon a time, my entire life felt like a panic attack.
The type of cancer I had caused copious amounts of adrenaline and cortisol to pump into my bloodstream, 24/7.
This meant I was in panic 24/7, as well — with or without any coexisting mental or emotional factors…
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Despite my growing history of multiple violations — including the extreme discomfort of my father’s eyes (and words) constantly roving my…
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I was now a sophomore in high school, having just barely risen above total social annihilation following the Justin situation.
So when Jimmy…
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By the way… I don’t mind keeping the names of these people the same as the real person. So if you know (or are) this…
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As I grew into young womanhood — especially as the first child in our family — I felt increasingly aware of the way my father stared at…
NOTE: If you haven’t already had the pleasure of reading my ramblings in Part 1, where I digress many times and hem and haw and tiptoe… until I finally start writing (because OMG who wants to dive right into the deep end when the water is clearly cold and filled…
A note up front: This topic is heavy and even though I often write with pretty rainbow sprinkles of satire and humor, there’s not a whole lot of that to be found here.
Please be aware of your own levels of trigger tolerance.
I do promise to add a heaping…
Removing Trauma from the Brain is Harder than Performing an Exorcism on a Demonic Monkey
