My heart is full of stories: let’s release them all, ignite and rewrite, set fire to the old, free the present, create a soul space, wild freedom lived, to unfold and be told.
How can I fix this? …How do I take how I really am and replace that with who you’d like me to be?
And I still keep on searching for happiness somewhere, anywhere, with anyone, by doing something or avoiding everything. I change who I am repeatedly until I no longer recognize myself.
One woman’s shocking, tragic Me Too story, and her struggle, decades later, to integrate her experiences into a society where women believe in their own strength.
As Lauren was struggling to integrate motherhood into her chaotic lifestyle, she was laid off. At first, she saw it as the ultimate failure, but it turned out to be an incredible gift.
When Claudia couldn’t afford to buy her kids Christmas presents, she was crestfallen. But how her kids responded to the news taught her a valuable lesson.
“Why lay distinction, when we belong to the same organization? Why show hostility, when we belong to the same fraternity?” ~Tabna Shahid
An abuse survivor’s short poem about the power words have to hurt us, heal us, and help us move forward.
“She is my Mother. She birthed me and gave me life. And I will birth her into the next one.”
“Empty vessel, you’re in desperate need of filling, it says. Search. Yearn. Feel hollow. It’s deeper than you could ever reach. The demon just for me.”