“Act Like A Lady”
In the pursuit of being "ladylike," many of us find ourselves caught in a cycle of people-pleasing that can be exhausting. The pressure to conform to societal expectations of femininity often demands constant vigilance over appearance, behaviour, and speech. It’s a balancing act of smiling just enough, speaking softly but not too timidly, and occupying physical and emotional spaces that are deemed appropriate.
Who Am I Beyond The Pain?
Healing can feel like a betrayal of the pain. Maybe identifying as something other than hurt, broken, damaged, or traumatized doesn’t quite give us the edge. We feel the need to constantly revisit the pain, to sit in it a little longer so it can fuel us and remind us of our 'why.' Perhaps it makes us more relatable or admired for being where we are with the accomplishments we now have.
But what if we’ve taken it too far and have no room to be anybody else outside of our pain?
You Can't Heal Where You've Been Broken: A Tale of Love and Redemption
I married my ex. This is a phrase that often raises eyebrows and elicits gasps. We broke up almost ten years ago, had no contact for about six years, then reconnected, and now we’re married.
Happy Women’s Day!
You are fearfully and wonderfully made. I think this one is self-explanatory but just a reminder for when those intrusive thoughts creep in and you feel inadequate or like you don’t belong, know that you are amazing, unique, enough, and made not only in His image but His likeness too.
I Didn’t Know I Was Self-Harming
It’s been a little over a year and it is still a journey. I stopped physically but I need to work on stopping internally because it is sometimes easier to stop the bleeding on the outside than it is on the inside. I don’t want to die from internal bleeding from self-inflicted pain that I would have countlessly considered pleasurable pain, I want to heal from the inside out.
“The Anniversary Effect”
How Trauma Imprints Itself on the Mind & Body
When it first happened I think I was really just in denial. I went from silently weeping on his bathroom floor to being in my apartment, taking a shower, and getting ready to go out and party, I mean it was my birthday month, and I wasn’t going to let THIS ruin my birthday.
