5 Mental Health and Self-Care Blogs that I Love

I wanted to do a quick list to share the love about five bloggers who are doing amazing work as advocates and activists destigmatizing mental health issues. What makes them all the more special to me, is that they show us that we don’t have to be mental health professionals to make waves for the causes we care about. These women are exposing resources to communities who would otherwise not know these tools existed AND were available to them. They’re talking about topics that have been long seen as taboo and quite frankly, I wanted to share about them because they are just down right courageous and pretty awesome too!

Don’t Die Afraid

I came across Ashley awhile back via Twitter and have been following her brand for some time. She is a resiliency activator, motivational speaker, and mental health aficionado to name a few aspects of her awesomeness. What really caught my attention was the campaign she did in partnership with NAMI, Let’s Get Uncomfortable: Mental Health Makeover  When I read, “In communities of color, we frequently ignore our mental health because discussing it is seen as a weakness. It’s taboo. We act as if mental illness doesn’t plague our community.” I knew I found a great place hangout online. Despite the recent efforts in mainstream media to get people taking about mental health conditions, what she wrote is still very true and something to be worked on. So, be sure to check out her blog and keep the conversation going! http://www.dontdieafraid.com

The Truth Confidant

Vernetta has been sharing ways in which stressed individuals could claim their peace using journaling. As an avid journaler I absolutely LOVE this! While not a therapist, she has been studying mental health for years, is a trained crisis counselor, and shares her experience as someone who lived with depression for 20 years. I’ve known Vernetta for several years and she is one of very few people I will literally call when I feel myself going into downward spiral mode. Her blog and podcast are refreshing and honest, kind of like that Aunt that comes around after all her amazing world travels and when no-one else will stick up for you she says the things you’re thinking but didn’t have the guts to say out loud. Get your dose of truth, (it will set you free)! http://vernettarfreeney.com

Black Girl’s Guide To Calm

Jaime is someone I’d  consider a “lived experience” coach and blogger. After coming to a breaking point in her own life around the time she had her daughter, she realized she really needed to get laser focused on self-care. She began meditating and took up a yoga practice so that she could become fully present to herself, her marriage, and motherhood. She shares all kinds of goodies to help you well….get back to calm after you’ve experienced far too many years of stress, overwhelm, disappointment and misery. Read more about her story here: http://www.blackgirlsguidetocalm.com/my-story/


I had the honor of being able to connect with Mia via video chat a few years back and thanks to social media we have been keeping up with each other since that time. Be sure to check out the hashtag  Besides being a super talented artist, Mia advocates for holistic approaches to mental health and wellness, particularly for creatives, entrepreneurs, and those in marginalized communities. On her blog you will find inspiration, tips for self-care and art that heals the broken. http://www.mianika.com

Depressed While Black

When I first started blogging specifically about mental health, I was curious to know if there were other Black women mental health advocates that actually came up in a legit search. Imade’s blog was one of the first platforms I came across. What I love about her writing is that she presses upon the importance about knowing that the road of recovery and healing is an ongoing journey. She talks about her own ups and down and struggles with anxiety and depression even as she is a sought after thought-leader.  She also uncovers research that talks about the lack of diversity in the mental health field and opens the floor to discuss solutions with other African American women. Check her out here: http://www.depressedwhileblack.com/#blog

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Do you have some mental health bloggers that you absolutely love? I’m always on the lookout for great content to read and share. Drop a line and let us know who you <3 !

Until Next Time…Peace, Love, and Wellness!

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When It Feels Like Your Body Is Failing You, It Affects Your Mind and Emotions Too

Before I started my business, I took a small business course at my local community college. At that time, I hadn’t found all the online business “gurus” and only knew about SBDC and local NJ entrepreneurship resources because of my community involvement. This was helpful because I got to understand business foundations and see the value in learning more than just “5 steps to growing your email list”.  At that time, I also didn’t have any intention to start an online business *gasp*. I was going to start a family owned cafe and bakery. I had a great idea for one that I had done research on and saw that there was no-one else in the area with this particular concept. The resources I had located told me to try a business course 1st to see how viable the idea was including, working at a job that would feel similar to the business you want to start…long story short, my lack of resources and my impatience and frustration working in hospitality let me know that the only way I’d own a cafe would be if I was simply the money person.

But let me backtrack. While in the course, the instructor asked us to discuss things like health policies. We all chuckled when those who had already ran businesses, (some brick and mortar) answered “don’t get sick”. I didn’t realize then how much that was no laughing matter.  But even more importantly, I didn’t realize what that type of answer would reveal about the culture of many businesses – from micro businesses like virtual assistance and online business management , to corporations including the incorporated nonprofit.

Our culture has an unspoken rule that illness is taboo. 

Even articles that I read about wellness programs are essentially saying ‘hurry up and be well so you can be a productive, highly engaged workhorse…err we mean workforce for our money making machine’. Ok I’m over exaggerating, but I’m not that far off. Because after being around and listening to the narratives of people who are chronically ill, who have had doctors that were so inclined to be the expert that they stop listening to their plea for care when they’ve told doctors that despite a clean bill of healthy “something isn’t right here”.  Or I’ve listened to those who have disabilities, some seen, others unseen, (like people with heart conditions) and I’ve heard how people treat them because they aren’t the right kind of sick. I’ve learned that mainstream doesn’t have a contingency plan for those who aren’t deemed contributors even when they really are…just not at the moment, or not in a way that fits contemporary expectations.

And truth be told, you have to have a radical self-love practice for your body to contend with the fact that illness is not tolerated for the long-haul and even attacked. 

And yes, this…rejection of your…being messes with your mind. It’s a close encounter with trauma. It’s traumatic to be you and be hated for no other reason than being yourself. And trauma was one of the causes for mental health disorder that came up in the research for my book on mental health and entrepreneurship over and over again. So, advocates like myself combat the trauma of being ostracized while also at the same time proactively encouraging and extending resources for healing.

This is why StigmaFighters exists. This is why large advocacy groups exists. And also why smaller grassroots who address the needs of people often left out in the bid for healthcare reform exists. This is why RadicalWell exists. And even why Love Yourself Love Your Business exists. Why do we have to be advocates even when we’re not mental health professionals? To decrease stigma yes, but really it’s about creating a shift in culture.

Wellness policies that reach beyond bringing in a personal trainer or “an app for that” (though those are important too) but also include health risk assessments, peer advocacy and support for leaders that offer up compassionate resources that say you don’t need to deny your illness and disease/illness management could go a long way. I think this concept of wellness at work is applicable for small business and micro business owners who may or may not be a 1 person shop just as much as it is for the big companies.

“Don’t get sick” is not a health care plan.

It denies our basic humanity and encourages mental health conditions such as anxiety and depression. But really it encourages a culture that shames, stigmatizes and traumatizes our human experience. And quite frankly, we can do better than this.

Until Next Time…Peace, Love, and Wellness!

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“Work is Love Made Visible” a 2017 Year-end Reflection

This last post of the year is a quick review of the ups and downs and “meh” moments from 2017. It’s a personal reflection, a public display of vulnerability, and most definitely not a “how to review your year and plan for the next” type of post. If you’re looking for that kind of post, check out Rosetta Thurman of HappyBlackWoman.com she has a great guide on it. Personally, I’ve started to use a tweaked version of the Life in a Notebook planning system that my friend C.J. Hayden developed.  I typically do better with a brain-dump of desires for the year, and then writing intentions and goals in 90 day increments.

If you’re still here with me though, my hope is that through my personal experiences and the resources I’ve personally used and will share with you, you gain some clarity, confirmation, new insight and fresh perspective.

As I’ve shared before in previous reviews, I center most of my intentions for the year around 6 areas or slices of life: Spiritual, Personal, Social, Physical, Professional, and Financial. Though I have come to believe that spirituality is the foundation of the pie and “personal religion” is the slice.

This year I didn’t do a notebook system. Instead, I simply wrote a list of desires and intentions and crafted a vision board, (image you see above). I did the vision board with my family because they were new to the concept and wanted to try something different, and quite frankly I wanted to try something different for this year. I’m typically not big on vision boards, but I wanted my board to be of use to me so I hung it on the wall right next to my desk so that it wouldn’t collect dust. I purposely found words and images that were in alignment with the intentions I had already written down for the year and added intentions to my list that came up as I let my imagination run free gluing images to my board. I also usually have a word and/or theme for the year that gives me a focal point for all the desires, intentions, commitments and goals I set for the year.

My word for 2017 was “Work”. It probably doesn’t seem like it’s the most motivating word but when coupled with my personal theme: “Work is Love Made Visible” (Kahlil Gibran) it made great sense.

I have actually had my themes for 2016, 2017, and 2018 since the end of 2015 when I heard a message deep in my heart, “The Work of Transformative Love”. And so this year was about making what I’ve learned about living love out loud visible through my work.

Because my focus was on putting my head down and “making it do what it do” as Ray Charles said, I did not set big lofty goals for too many things. I wanted to be the best of who I already was, I wanted to do better at what I already had the capacity and grit to level up on. I understood that mastery of your gifts and talents requires prioritizing and focus.

So for my Professional slice, I focused on finishing and publishing my book about mental health and entrepreneurship. I focused on rebranding my business beyond the aesthetics of a new website. I prioritized building a practice filled with clients that I would love. The kind of clients who would inspire me to want to be the best I could be so that they in turn could develop as leaders and serve more people. I’ve been challenged all year to try to think of ways in which I could get things done as efficiently as possible, while also being able to help them iron out ideas and develop new ways to do things. It’s nerve wrecking and exhilarating at the same time. I’ve been challenged to improve my own systems and continue to develop and honor my boundaries, to develop my communication style, to increase my skills and efficiency, and to step up as mental health advocate and event organizer to leaders and would be leaders. Because I’m team #alwaysbelearning I’m super excited to be a new student at AssistU come January.

In my Finance slice I was determined to earn the kind of money that sustained my business and gave me room to create, save and giveback. I discovered that I had to give myself permission to earn money that helps me sustain my life. I had to give myself permission to believe I was worthy of earning more than just survival mode money. I realized that many of us who come from social work backgrounds tend to be the self-sacrificing kind. We are so used to giving with our hearts and not receiving much in return that making money comes with some guilt and feeling uncomfortable. I have to work transform that line of thinking even more that I thought I did. I have to work on a new set of beliefs that tell me making money will help me be in a better position to help more people and to give back on a larger scale. This year I wrote out affirmations and repeated mantras such as “I am worthy of taking action toward a better future that brings me wealth in every area of my life” (hey I don’t knock the power of a placebo effect). I started to pay attention to the wealth of resources I’d been introduced to via my clients who are in the personal finance space. I read, actually liked, and began applying what I read in my friend, Emily’s book, End Financial Stress Now: Immediate Steps You Can Take to Improve Your Financial Outlook I shared one of my client’s new personal finance book for single moms with a special single mom in my life (my lil sis) because why not pass the resources on if they help?

With a better grasp on my professional and financial realities I was able to set aside what I needed in order to create a Physical slice that honed in on what was ailing me. I finally made some long overdue doctor appointments, I had to handle the personal crisis of medical shake ups and make new commitments to my health and wellbeing. As I shared in my last post I began to focus on the connection between gut health and mental health, and became more committed to addressing wellness holistically and with compassion.

It is also with compassion that I forgave myself for letting my social slice narrow down to the bare minimum. I didn’t get out much this year. I recognized that I’m the type to isolate and be perfectly happy alone so I made it a priority to attend gatherings to uplift my spirit, and give me shelter from the storms that brew when I sit inside my mind too long. I made sure to attend support groups, as well as help facilitate support groups. I hung with my few good friends and said yes to new experiences as long as they did not distract me from my work of love. But I didn’t do too much outside of my comfort zone. However, I embraced my quirks and fought hard to remain true to my truths and my values even if it felt uncomfortable, even if others couldn’t receive and accept me for me. I learned to love again and I didn’t rely on anything or any one person to give me that kind of power, I held the courage to grow within myself all along.

I realized that foundationally, spiritually, I had my work cut out for me. It’s hard to choose love when there’s so much hate and fear and animosity all around you. This year I’ve seen many friends become enemies, I’ve seen overt calamity and chaos at levels I hadn’t wanted to fully acknowledge before. It left me very disheartened and fighting feelings of hopelessness. However, I am the type that when I really feel resistance I eventually let myself feel it and all of the fear, worry, and angst right along with it. I confront my negative emotions, I make a decision to do what I feel is life-giving even though it’s hard, even though I get angry, discouraged, and disappointed sometimes. Even as I have to acknowledge that I may not be around to see the seeds planted take root and grow. It seems to me that as society swings from one side of the pendulum to another I have to hold fast to my great commission. I have to remain true to who I am and what I’m here for until I can’t anymore. So while I’d acknowledged the many different set of belief systems that weren’t necessarily in alignment with mine as best I could, I fought to transcend anyone’s box or side of the fence they think I should be on. This year has been tons of learning, collaborating, acting and then finding time for restoration and readying myself for activation time again.

When I reflect back about what I’ve written about purpose, these words come to mind: awareness, acknowledgment and experimentation, courage, mastery, and embodiment. There’s more but I’ll leave it here for now.

As I head into 2018, I hope to take with me the many lessons I’ve learned about taking a concerted effort for love in action and continue to apply it in practice and policy. I hope to take what I’ve learned about exertion rather than apathy and explore creative ways to live awake as much as possible, to be a part of helping others live awake as much as possible, and always staying focused on the message, mission, and ongoing work of love.

Until Next Time…Peace, Love, and Wellness!

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When Working on the Healthy Body, Healthy Mind Equation Proceed with Compassion

I’m not quite sure how to describe the pain I felt, but when it hit me, I doubled over. More than some acid reflux that I could pop some tums over, it wasn’t just in my chest. I felt a blazing ache rippling down to my belly in an area I didn’t even know existed. I had never experienced an attack like this before. I wasn’t sure if I should go to the hospital, I didn’t want any more debt when I was finally starting to pay it off. I thought about how sad and pathetic it was that I had to make such a choice as to either lay there with my burden, or go seek help. I chastised myself for being weak and not tolerating the pain that probably wasn’t that bad, (at least not as bad what some other people were probably going through). I eventually convinced myself to try and sleep it off as I laid there in excruciating pain. As I made that choice I became extremely disheartened with my life. It felt like if it wasn’t one thing it was another. I was doing much better with my mental health and then along came the deterioration of my physical health which triggered the mental health issues again.

That night was a deal breaker for me.

I refused to go back.  I had come too far in my healing journey. Something wasn’t well with me and my body sounded the alarm so I could no longer ignore it. After that night, the food I loved so much became a catalyst for anxiety, I was terrified to eat for fear of pain. In a matter of a week I had lost those 10 pounds I had been trying to lose all darn year. By the end of the month and with the help of my nurse bestie, I had found safe foods to eat via a reference book of recipes to naturally heal myself with the food I ate, and I had also lost 20 pounds.

When it was all said and done 60 pounds were gone-and I had finally gotten health insurance and was immediately referred to a gastroenterologist for a formal diagnosis of my educated guess.  This all started back in 2015 the very year I started officially doing research for the mental health book I eventually published this year.

Since my book was not intended to go too deeply into body work, as that wasn’t a strong area of knowledge for me, I put writing more deeply about these issues on the back burner. But as my friend Jessica at http://everysingledollar.com/  has said, “nutrition is vitally important to good mental health. There is so much research that shows making good choices in your diet are key when it comes to mental health and mood.” I didn’t really get that before I had my attacks because I didn’t feel it.  I couldn’t understand how food had anything to do with my mind even though I knew otherwise.

Knowing something in your head (with your mind) isn’t always enough, you can easily intellectualize self-care and struggle with actually embodying it.

I’ve learned a lot more about shame, blame, guilt, forgiveness, and compassion since that time. I also realized how much self-care, (a branch of the self-love tree) is so important to both healing and maintaining mental health.

As I march on towards optimal wellness I become more cognizant of the fact that “me too” applies to a lot of areas in our lives. Chronic pain, painful menstrual cycles, depression because of the issues, more issues because of the depression etc. are things many women experience. My guy pals are also struggling with their diagnoses, the weight gain from the meds they’re prescribed, wanting to treat their bodies better but struggling to fight the sugar and caffeine cravings. The next year after my deal breaker moment I became more focused on wanting to explore and discuss the relationship between mental health and physical health and teamed up with my resident mental health expert Dr. Angela Clack. There’s nothing revolutionary about this topic, but it was all still new to me. I figured I could add the perspective of someone who wasn’t solely focused on working out or making the transition to a vegan lifestyle etc.  As I am writing what I learn as I go as a sometimes “too busy”, sometimes “not the most disciplined” woman; a working professional who like many of you, is sick and tired of being sick and tired.

This is an ongoing learning process for me. It is an ongoing endeavor that I reach out to people who are healing their bodies to heal their moods. Most recently, I noticed that women in my network were not waiting for a New Year resolution to make lifestyle changes and whatever they were doing seemed to be really working for them. For instance, a Facebook friend Tilina shares “I would certainly say that healthy living starts with being aware of what you are ingesting; spiritually and physically.  Healthy whole foods nurture your body naturally.  Meditating on the Word of God nourishes your body spiritually.  Avoid processed foods as much as possible.  These foods often do not satiate you for long periods.  The second thing would be regular exercise.  Exercise for me helps to relieve as well as prevent stress on a daily basis.  It also gives me clarity to when it comes to processing information and/or concentrating for long periods of time.  I can tell a vast difference between the days I work out and eat right and the days when I may have ate some things I should not have.”

I know for a fact that when I was in the midst of my depression, the only movement I wanted to make was one that involved me going back to bed. But healing arts practitioner, Jessica at http://www.jessicadore.com/  reiterates that “exercise is usually the last thing most people want to do when they’re feeling down or depressed, but aerobic movement stimulates dopamine and serotonin—the same brain chemicals targeted by popular antidepressant medications. Getting movement is generally a much tougher pill to swallow, but it is a highly effective mood regulator that can have real and lasting impacts.” Going to the gym wasn’t really my jam, but power walking for miles in nature became my refuge. Meditation has been difficult for me to get into, but dancing, and doing yoga stretches gets me out on my head for an occasional break. I didn’t enjoy being gluten free and didn’t make the commitment to it in 2015 past a month. However, I was able to eliminate caffeine from my diet which triggered my anxiety and gut issues, I stopped gorging on trigger foods like peppers and tomatoes, I was also able to reduce gluten, sugar, processed meats, and dairy.

Instead of beating myself up, and talking down about what I’m not doing, I practice gratitude for what is. I’m grateful that the habits I have been able to build prevent debilitating gut attacks. I’m grateful that I have resources to help me build better habits towards wellness. I find that I am much more motivated to change behaviors when I’m not shaming myself into submission.

“Progress not perfection” has become my go-to mantra.

I know that building healthy mind and body habits can feel like a real pain in and of itself.  But I also know I want real and lasting positive impact.

How about you? Let’s do this together!

Until Next Time…Peace, Love, and Wellness!

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Building Bridges: Reflections on Loving Someone with Mental Health Concerns

loving someone with mental illness

With the car still running, he tilted his head to the side and glanced over to make sure he could look me in the eyes. “Before this goes any further…” I hadn’t considered a him and a me in any other capacity before that conversation, but as I took in his words, I realized that at that point in our budding relationship (because that’s what it was) I’d be fine if he decided to stop “seeing” me if my response wasn’t what he wanted to hear. That would be a first for me. Even if I didn’t like a person, the “people pleaser” in me would not want them to leave…or at least I wouldn’t want them to leave with unsavory thoughts about me and my ‘no thanks’. I carefully thought about what he revealed. Not because it sounded appealing, but because it was the first time I was presented with such a notion. I measured it against the values I’d finally decided to honor and concluded we could not go beyond being just friends. His view of committed relationships were a deal breaker for me as my view of family was a deal breaker for him. Our relationship continued the way it started (at least for me): no expectations, and even though I didn’t want it, still full of hope for genuine connection, acceptance, and honesty even if we didn’t agree or like what was being said. Much the same as any authentic friendship I already had. As the friendship blossomed, I began to learn things about love that I’ve never been present enough to grasp before. I began to understand more about loving someone with mental illness.

When another close friend of mine told me she was diagnosed with bipolar, I being the bookworm that I am, went into research mode. There are books out there about how to love someone with mental health conditions. As much as I fully believe that love is something to be studied, it is in practice that we fully grasp its meaning. As I considered my past, my discovery that I myself was that someone with mental health conditions began to shift how I viewed caring, compassion, and conscientiousness. I became more aware of my default “I” vs “them” I became more aware of the fact that socialization plays a huge role in the “othering” of people. Because of that I wanted to overcome social conditioning and do more “we” and “us” kind of thinking, even if it went against the grain. When I feel a bit more in touch with the “we” and “us” mindset, I think loving all boils down to the same elements whether one has a mental health condition or not. It’s simply that you love someone in a way that speaks to them, not in the way you’ve concocted in your head based off of how you want to be loved. Too often we mentally construct a fantasy version of someone molded from a shortsighted perception of the impression they left with us. Then we cling to the idea of what we should be to that person and how that person should be to us. I’ve been terribly guilty of doing that myself.

Here’s one of the hard lessons I’ve learned so far. The reason something so simple falls apart is because we don’t know how we want to be loved due to not loving ourselves first. How can you accept being loved if you can’t accept and love yourself? People love you based on what they, themselves, learned about love and care and can’t speak your love language and love you the way you want if you don’t show up for the love being given. I didn’t love myself. In fact, I didn’t even know, like, or trust myself. I was never going to be able to accept someone loving a person I couldn’t stand to be around. It only made me feel more inferior and inadequate because I saw more of what was wrong with me, and why I couldn’t measure up. This was the biggest reason my marriage failed many moons ago. And it would be the reason why any relationship I attempted would fail afterwards.

I didn’t think I was capable of love.

A shell of a person, I’ve been that girl before. I didn’t feel worthy of being loved, and I didn’t feel loving. I understood caring enough because I didn’t want “bad” things to happen to anyone, but I thought that was all I could do. I understood possessiveness, I have both been accepting of being a possession and wanting to possess. I understood abandonment and clinging due to fear of abandonment. I understood isolation and avoidance, and even abuse. It would often be accompanied with the words “I love you” but I knew even then that this was not love. My actions, however, didn’t want to cooperate with my knowledge. Even though I’d been hurt (was the “victim”) so many times before, it wasn’t until I became the “villain” that I was finally ready to acknowledge just how empty and dead I was on the inside. You see it’s easy to play victim, you don’t have to change because everyone else is to blame for your life. You can keep on being miserable, complaining about your circumstances, and how they make you feel so low…you don’t have to worry about growth because there’s nothing wrong with you. They are to blame not you. You’re just trying to help.

Love isn’t manipulation so that the outcome is always in your favor even if at the expense of you.

People say that love hurts. I think that love is simply hard work. It’s hard work not to get attached to someone and get wrapped up in fantasies of what you think your life should be with them by your side. It’s hard work to hear someone say ‘no’ and not take it as a personal assault on your character and self-worth. It’s hard work to believe someone the first time when they tell you and show you just who they are- that they are simply not that into you. Understand that their rejection has nothing to do with you. It’s hard work to walk away from someone who says they love you but are not loving when they can’t honor the commitment of your togetherness by respecting your body, mind and soul. It’s hard work to stay with someone who accepts you when you see yourself as worthless and not contributing due to lack of finances, mental unhealthiness, not being socially acceptable enough, beautiful enough, smart enough or strong enough, feminine or masculine enough. It’s hard work. It’s hard work to have loved and lost due to illness, or a life well lived, to cherish memories and not sink to a place of “I can’t go on without you.” It’s hard work to learn to love again.

I wondered if I could love “him” if given that opportunity again. I wondered if I could love them, the men I called brothers, the men I called friends. One day not too long after our car conversation, I glanced over at his smiling face. I saw him. This man who dealt with meds, and days of despair, and pain, and loss, and shame, and feelings of unworthiness. Who shut me out, perhaps thinking to protect himself, maybe even to protect me. When we 1st met I’d become love avoidant, careful not to make the same mistake of being so desperate to escape myself that I allowed someone undeserving access to my body without my heart and soul. I figured that if I only had mere friendships and casual acquaintances I could easily let them go and I wouldn’t hurt anymore. With him, with the love I’ve received from those I’ve called friends. I throw down the gauntlet. The glass casing surrounding my heart shatters into a thousand pieces. Yeah, the scars are there, but I’m still here, unbroken. Shedding shame, reclaiming my freedom.

Hope is an interesting thing. For as my heart swells with hope, I hope for true belonging, I hope I can accept as is, I hope for the experience of happiness even though it’s fleeting, I hope for the strength to endure the times we don’t agree and that even if angry we can still come back and get along, I hope for the best in you, I hope that we see the best in each other and think “how wonderful” “wow you’re pretty awesome even if you’re a dork” I hope that my worst doesn’t scare you and even if it does that your hope for the best still lingers and you decide to be forgiving and compassionate. I hope that we both have the courage to have boundaries and honor them. I hope that we can encourage each other without trying to control each other. I hope that we can be kind and understanding, that we can tell each other that we believe in the other and that we hope the other believes in themselves too. I hope that I will honor what I’ve learned about filling my own cup 1st by being responsible for my own emotional well-being so that I don’t unrealistically demand that of you. I hope I remember what I’ve learned about impermanence, and nonattachment, and still show up to love fully and from a place of wholeness with openness and trust.

I’ve come to realize that I had friends who gave those kind of gifts to me, and I wish I treasured them more back then. I can honor the friendships and relationships I once had now by how I treat myself and others. I’m thankful for reflective friends who remind me of that powerful lesson in life today.

I’ve come to realize that love has the capacity to grow in places you forget exists.

If love is truly energy and energy cannot be destroyed, then love has no limitations. It is only our limited ideals of what love looks like to us that confines it. I’ve wanted to run from love and loving, and even being loved because I thought that would mean a sense of control, security, and protection. I wanted to believe that love didn’t call out to someone like me, someone who took relationships for granted, someone who stayed in relationships long past their expiration date, someone who didn’t know how to even be a friend. To be presented with people, beautiful souls who fear the things I’ve feared, and hurt the way I’ve hurt, who hope despite it all the way I still hoped despite it all is no coincidence. As they learn from me, I learn from them. We all learn from one another.

And with this I am learning that I can learn to love again, and again, and again and again. And I think…no, I know that we’re all going to be okay.

Until Next Time…Peace, Love, and Wellness!

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