self-reflection
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I Grew Up Ashamed of Existing And I’m Learning to Heal
One of my earliest memories is being yelled at by my father for wetting the bed. I was just a child. I didnât know what I was doing. My body did things I couldnât control, and instead of comfort, I… Continue reading
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The Quiet Weight of Sadness
I donât really know what my first memory of sadness is. Not in a clear, defined image anyway. But I do know that sadness was present⊠often. I remember the feeling of not being accepted, not being seen. The shame… Continue reading
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I created Shadow Work Cards and here’s why
Shadow work is not pretty.Itâs not âlove and light.âItâs sitting in the dark with parts of yourself you were taught to avoid, deny, or abandon. And still⊠itâs one of the most sacred things youâll ever do. Thatâs why I… Continue reading
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