ok. here it is. my rant. i am so damn tired of the bullshit out there faking spirituality and positivity, when all i see it doing is leading to more shame and suffering. posts like the one above make me rage. rage like the fires of hell are going to consume me. i speak from my own experiences. where these words strung together made me sicker and sicker. if they work for you, that's great. i'm glad they inspire you. this rant isn't meant for you. it is meant for those who read
every morning i sit and sip my matcha, rich and creamy with cacao butter and coconut manna and raw honey, out of my favorite brown mug. sitting on our old leather couch, under an even older floral comforter with the sun warming my face. husband at work, kids at school, me breathing deeply into my cup of ground. pulling me back into me. hearing my heart beating. feeling my breath filling my lungs. it's been over a week since i've sat in this space. since april began fear has b
"if I had a world of my own, everything would be nonsense."