I cursed, screamed, and cried. I cursed, screamed, and cried some more. Silence broke and shattered to a million pieces on the bathroom floor. He loves me, he loves me not. My heart broken, tender, sore.
My writing is inspired by my vivid dreams, my divine connection, my active imagination, my twin flame bond, and reflections on my daily life. Empowering women who are recovering from abuse and guiding souls through their spiritual awakening. May these words guide you to reclaim your voice, your heart, and your divine purpose.