Magical Mala’s & Prayer Necklaces coming soon.

I have been really trying hard to use my isolation brain power that is often creative, constructing ways to spread some healing vibes in these unprecedented times.  It’s been hard, firing up these neurons that are now somewhat lagging from too much screen time (Im addicted to TIK TOK), while sitting within the 4 corners …

*My Own Creed, Inspired by coffee, Love & Healing

*Remain true to your own path & not the path of guilt that has been assigned to you, even if it seems discouraging at times, making it feel hard for you to travel on a rocky road alone.  It is here you will find the greatest insights of this world around you & the benefits of your participation.

I Never Knew How Abused I Was Until I Began To Heal.

I never truly knew how abused I was until I began to heal.  This sacred personal work is prudent & detrimental to me, my husband, my daughter & the future legacy that follows.  I decided that my children deserved a healthier loving legacy than the one I got adopted into, filled with secrets, lies, distorted beliefs & with its own legacy of unhealed trauma that brewed resentment & anger camouflage to come across as love.

#ifmywoundswerevisible

Yesterday was WORLD NARCISSIST ABUSE AWARENESS DAY.  All the naysayers & haters can roll their eyes until they’re dizzy & pass out,  but this abuse is extremely real mentally & emotionally as real can be.  It is disguised with smoke & mirrors, operating in a covert physiologically distrutive way,  hiding its marks within the emotional/ mental body creating traumatic invisible wounds that don’t …

I am the light..

I couldn’t understand the gravity back then of what it meant to reclaim my spirit & how my light was actually a source of energy for those just looking to suck it dry.  There is a psychology name for those kind of people now, they call them emotional vampires (energetic mosquitos) that feed off your energy supply.  

The Wounds Of Adoption

I always felt haunted in my own body by the ghostly feeling of these unresolved bleeding wounds of being given away.  Even as a grown woman,  I still needed & wanted answers that only she had the power to relinquish over me.  What would make a mother want to give their child away was a very big question I had, especially becoming a mother of my own adding more emotions to wounds that would never seem to heal.

The Harmful Effects Caused From The Opinions Of Others.

My first real informative memory of opinion outside my home life was my being held back in 1st grade & the humiliation is suffered with the same first grade teacher & on the playground with my peers.  I was teased, made fun of & called a lot of hurtful names for being stupid, retreating me to a place of make believe & isolation.  They must have been true if my entire educational system believed this of me, handicapping my entire school experience from there on out.  You would never know this now by meeting me today, what I had suffered from as a child.