It sticks with you… for life.
You can work through it and still you can come back around and need to heal it at a new level.
Trauma changes the brain for good.
Changing the very fabric of who we are through experience but also through how our nervous system interacts with the world.
Recently a past trauma has reemerged in my body.
Spirit and my body are ready to work through it and heal at a next level and so it is making itself known once again to my awareness.
And sometimes this is exactly what a deeply spiritual moment or message feels like to us.
It can be those moments where we are so in need of light and love that it comes to us at just the right moment! Read more
The last three weeks I’ve been making some major dietary changes in order to pump up my energy and immune system. The changes were difficult to settle into and there are still more coming down the pike that are making me step out of my comfort zone in some new and beautiful ways. In truth I’m having fun with it! Read more
I’m a bliss coach
I’m a tantric practitioner
I’m a sex educator
But here in this room.
?I’m just a girl! Read more
From the time I was 10 years-old until I was in my twenties, I fought a bloody battle with my own body, which manifested as anorexia and bulimia. I spent 15 years in what can only be described as a hell of my own body but more than anything, a place where I was a prisoner of my own mind. I was blessed, however, to get help and eventually fully recover. I learned to come to a place of peace with my body and formed an essence of neutrality. I no longer put effort into trying to lose weight because I knew this was a slippery slop to relapse. Through the years of recovery it became apparent that I needed to work on my past sexual trauma that was keeping me stuck in not only a war against my body but in many areas of my life, especially my sexuality. I would later learn that most individuals with eating disorders also have some difficulties with their sexuality in some form or fashion. I went to therapy religiously and pushed myself to open up internal boxes that I had bolted shut. The deeper I dug the more disgusted I found for my sexuality and the more my body shut down physically.
The phone falls from my hand after I read the text that rips my heart apart and brings my Ego to the forefront. A lover just dropped a major bomb in my life and I feel frozen. Then I crumble like a million pieces of sand on the floor of my living room as a stream of tears floods my face. I feel both “too much” and “not enough” in this moment and simply want to die… THANK YOU!