For most of my life, I have lived with depression. I never made it my identity though. Instead, I strove for good mental health awareness. I sought to accept it, but also saw it as an opportunity to go beyond the symptoms and get to the root cause. My childhood was plagued with emotional and psychological abuse from my mother and grandmother. I was told often by my mother, “I brought you into this world, I can take you out.” I believed her threat to the point I'd lock my bedroom door at night while I slept. She'd yell, curse, and throw things at me. My grandmother was no different. My mom was herself a victim repeating the pattern of abuse. I also had abandonment issues from when my dad divorced my mom. I was nine years old and remember vividly the morning he left. His van was packed up. He drove me and my brother to the bus stop on a cold Illinois winter day. He said goodbye. I didn't believe he was actually gone. I thought he'd be home after I got out of school. ...
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.