For almost two decades, I was married to someone I loved. We had a beautiful family, a stable life, and a strong friendship. By most people’s standards, it was a good relationship—safe, supportive, kind. He was a good man. We shared joy, laughter, lots of life, vacations, sweet moments with our children, and a deep respect for each other.
But here’s what I didn’t understand back then: You can love someone with your whole heart… and still not be in the right frequency for your soul. You can build a whole life with someone… and still not be in alignment.
Because what I had wasn’t bad—it just wasn’t mine.
I had already met my Twin Flame while I was still married. And what that connection awakened in me was something I didn’t even know I had been missing: a level of intimacy, spiritual recognition, and divine truth that shook me to my core. He once gave me a song with the lyric: “I never knew I had a dream until that dream was you.” And that’s exactly what it felt like.
Until that moment, I didn’t even know I had a hunger for that kind of transcendent love. And once that part of me woke up, I couldn’t go back to sleep.
But I tried. God knows I tried.
For ten years, I pushed myself to make my marriage work. I tried to restore it, fix it, prove my love- to him, to myself, to everyone- through what I now know was guilt and obligation. I told myself I owed it to my kids. To him. To God. I forced myself to be present when my soul was crying. And that constant self-betrayal created deep, long-lasting trauma.
Because here’s what they don’t tell you: Being in a relationship that isn’t your true vibrational match will wear down your soul.
Me in 2017… hiding behind heartbreak
Even if it looks good on the outside. Even if there’s love there.
It’s not about blame. My ex wasn’t abusive. He didn’t try to trap me or control me. In fact, he told me more than once that he never wanted me to fake it. But the truth is—I did. I faked it because I didn’t feel like I had a way out. I faked it because I thought love was supposed to look like sacrifice.
Even now, years after our divorce, my nervous system is still healing. That’s how deep the pattern of self-abandonment ran. That’s how much I tried to contort myself into a relationship that didn’t fit.
I used to think that if someone was kind and stable and loving, that should be enough. But I’ve learned something sacred through my healing: Safe doesn’t mean aligned. And love alone doesn’t mean union.
If you’re constantly having to explain yourself… If you feel like your partner just doesn’t get you, no matter how you try to translate… If you’re always tiptoeing around your truth, your light, your sensitivity… If you’re not even sure you can speak certain feelings out loud without being shut down…
Then you’re probably not tuned to the same frequency. And that dissonance, over time, becomes unbearable.
They’re not a bad person. They’re not unloving or uncaring. They’re just not your person.
Different radio stations aren’t evil—they’re just not playing the same genre. And you don’t have to keep screaming into static and calling it love.
BUT WAIT, THERE’S MORE 🌟
Great news. You don’t have to settle.
Your Twin Flame is the one whose soul mirrors yours exactly. They’re not “good enough”—they’re you. They meet you on the frequency of your truth. They challenge your illusions. They help you ascend—not through force, but through presence. And it’s a whole different world.
So if you’re reading this and wondering why your “perfectly good” relationship still leaves you empty, confused, or unseen… I want you to know you’re not crazy. You’re not ungrateful. You’re not asking for too much. You’re just starting to tune into the truth. ⛓️💥
If you can’t spread your wings around someone… how can you ever truly fly? 🪽
Keep choosing you. Keep returning to your frequency. Keep pouring love on the places you once abandoned. And trust—you’re not meant to settle. You’re meant to soar. 🕊️
(I’m hearing Bill Murray in Scrooged- “I’m back! I can see now!” 😂)
I’ve missed this space. I’ve missed us.
Over the past year and a half since my last public post, I’ve done a lot of deep work, the brave work—stepping more fully into my voice, my divinity, and my healing.
What started as intentional ascension through twin flame awareness, trauma recovery, divorce, and nervous system rewiring has blossomed into a life aligned with unshakeable peace and clarity.
✨ What I’ve learned and celebrated so far:
Rooted out complex trauma, healed wounds, and redefined worth as God gave it to me.
I’ve walked through divorce with integrity and grace, and I’ve emerged in ease—in body, mind, and spirit.
I’ve established energetic sovereignty: boundaries that honor me, relationships that uplift, and a restored alignment with God’s love.
I’ve forgiven myself and others. Set free from old identity loops.
I’ve Chosen heaven.
What I’m coming back to share:
🌈 My ongoing healing process and how that affects my life, relationships, and my life purpose.
❤️🔥The Twin Flame journey—you know I’ll speak the truth on soul mirrors, ascension triggers, and sacred union. ❤️ Relationship dynamics—how to love deeply, without losing yourself. 🕊️ Emotional + energetic healing tools—I’m sharing more about MAP, the Mirror Exercise, nervous system recalibration, and practices that worked for me. 🌟Spiritual integration—reconnecting with Divine Self in everyday life, grounded in unconditional Love and God’s grace.
What’s coming next:
Blog series: Signature essays on love, loss, ascension, and emerging awareness.
YouTube shorts and videos: talking about my insights on love, God, and life
Community connection: More Q&A, invited questions, reader reflections.
Let’s build this journey together.
Want to see specific stories or topics covered? Have questions about your Twin Flame path, or how to heal trauma without losing your joy? Drop me a message, comment below, or connect with me via my link tree.
I feel called, inspired, and have a strong desire to teach.
You may or may not know, I’ve been deeply wounded by the traditional Christian church and how the masses have interpreted and taught some scriptures. Especially scriptures around Satan, love and marriage, God, and sin.
I’ve spent ten years deep in prayer, study, and discernment… Pulling apart scripture and the teachings I received and testing it against what I KNOW to be true- which is that God is Love.
It’s taken me this long to admit to myself what Love really is.
Side note… I’ve always loved this song. Since 2002. I can confidently say that I absolutely KNOW what love is now and I absolutely KNOW what I want 🥰❤️🔥
I held a lot of conservative evangelical beliefs and teachings around these things and this indoctrination has caused me a lot of confusion, heartache, and pain.
I believe God is calling me to join the masses of those who grew up in the 90s purity culture, toxic Christian masculine, hell-evil-Satan obsessed theology who are calling themselves exvangelicals.
Some are completely renouncing their faith. (Not me).
Some are teaching the Truth (me).
Some are providing safe and empathetic spaces for those like me to heal (this is also me).
God is calling me to teach. To set the record straight. To turn these theologies right side up and align it all with love.
Who knows what’s going to come out of this. I’m trusting God for inspiration and flow. I’m learning A LOT. I’ve studied A LOT. I also have a very deep and personal relationship with God and for the first time in my life I can confidently say that he is still speaking. And because I’ve healed and I’m healing, I can confidently say that God is speaking through me. He’s always tried. He speaks to all of us all the time. We just have to remove the blocks that are in the way to hearing his voice.
In another post, I’ll share what those blocks were/are for me.
I’m not perfect nor do I claim to be. I may misspeak or mishear God and as a result give incomplete teaching. I’m not a master and I don’t claim to be. But I’m not going to wait to teach until I’m perfect because then… It will never happen. So, as with all things, use your discernment and talk to God about what I say here.
I’ll never say “you must believe this” and I’ll never say that I know everything. I am a child of God… I am not God. But, God is speaking through me. And this is how it’s supposed to be… For all of us! We’re supposed to hear God. We’re supposed to receive inspiration from God. God is active and speaking NOW. Not just in a 2000+ year old text 😬😅 You can scripture check that! 💖😁
So, stay tuned for some new interpretations. I hope it enlightens, brings clarity and peace, and helps you understand God in a deeper, more loving way ❤️
Ahhh it feels so good to be writing again! If I can tell y’all one thing: taking a quiet retreat with God, feeling your feelings and loving yourself through it- it pays off. I feel so much more peaceful, grounded, and clear. God wants us to be happy and content with him- he’s going to make that process very easy and enjoyable, especially if we allow it.
As I shared in Protected, Valentine’s Day brought an unexpected gift. I got a good clear look in the “mirror”.
(Ironically, that morning I broke an antique mirror- I feel like God was showing me that my reflection is changing with all this inner work I’ve been doing -yay!).
There were two things I could have done with this lesson. Try to ignore it, get mad, gaslight, throw a fit, blame, etc OR go inward. I chose the latter. Former me, child me, may have chosen the former but I’ve worked SO FUCKING HARD and come TOO FUCKING FAR to indulge in that ego shit. So, I swallowed the bitter medicine of loving discipline and got to work.
What came out of my retreat was quite a lot actually. ❤️🔥
The first lesson is that I was “throwing my pearls before swine”. I wrote about this over the summer so it’s pretty cool, pretty ‘God’, that it would circle back around. That’s how we learn after all… The lesson will continue to present itself until we’ve mastered it.
(Makes me think of this image from the Church of Union intro to their Sunday services.... This is how we grow... We circle back around and around and around again until we get to the core...which is purification.)
Now, don’t get me wrong. You all aren’t “swine”. Well… There may be some who float around who might be more swiney than others lol, but I genuinely believe that most people reading have good intentions.
Still, there are certain things that are meant to be kept private. And that’s what Valentine’s Day taught me. 🌹
I was giving myself away. I was giving alllll my good away. I was allowing anyone and everyone full access to all of me. Bad boundaries, Kitty 😬
Not everyone gets it. Not everyone needs to know. Not everyone deserves to know. Not everyone is safe and so therefore not everyone gets a pass onto our island. And, more importantly, there are some things that are SACRED and sweet and special. Meant to be kept between two people.
The past doesn’t really matter but, because I think it might be helpful, here’s what I learned about myself.
My “oops” (oversharing) was the result of a trauma response. I don’t mind talking about my childhood trauma. In fact, I often feel COMPELLED to talk about it. Now that it’s HEALED, that’s right, HEALED 🙌, I have so much more insight into the maladaptive coping skills I learned to survive.
The first skill I learned was silence. This happens to a lot of abused kids. What is the child brain supposed to do with abuse? No one ever sat me down and talked to me about safe touch. No one ever told me what to do if I felt uncomfortable, much less sexually abused. 90s parents were very much “hug your great uncles step cousin because I said so” types. Not at all like us 20s parents who sit with our kids and give them a step by step plan out of every potential uncomfortable situation lol.
I’m not upset anymore that I didn’t get that guidance and protection. MAP has helped me love those parts of me that felt unsafe, exposed, unprepared, and paralyzed. I now know how to use my very safe and loving Divine adult self to hold space for and love little Kitty.
Silence isn’t necessary anymore because I know I’m safe now. I’m a safe person to talk to, so she now comes to me and talks to me. She trusts that instead of whipping her, I’m going to LOVE her. I’m helping her have her voice.
My abuse was like Ursula, it took my voice. My pattern was like trying to make Eric fall in love with me without having a voice. My healing is like shattering the shell and getting my voice back. My twin flame is like Eric who will energetically (or literally, whatever works) hear my voice and be like “OMG it’s you!!! It’s been you the whole time!!!” ❤️🔥
It’s pretty cute that the new Little Mermaid is coming out soon… I love when God winks at me 🥰
Through this process God has helped me get really clear on what I should share and what I shouldn’t. My higher self, my Divine self, which is in direct communion with God, is always guiding me. I just have to listen. Listening is just a choice. I choose to listen. Good news is that Divine Kitty is pretty cool, I like her 🥰
The problem was that somewhere between 20 and 39, I found bits of my voice but because I was still in old trauma patterns I didn’t have my voice or sharing boundaries sorted out yet. 10 years of repressed abuse turned me into an anxious attacher.
This is what’s leaving me, I’ve learned. Like a 3yo throws a tantrum over something silly- they aren’t becoming the tantrum, they are transcending the upset.
Thank you GOD for the twin flame journey. This is why I write. This is why I’m a twin flame advocate now. I’m a believer because not only have I experienced the beautiful sweet deeply loving relationship that exists between twins, I’ve also experienced the massive triggering and upsets. Both are indicators that you’ve met your true twin. There are more and you need them all, along with God’s confirmation in your heart, to know who your twin flame is. If you’re interested, you can learn more about about true twin flame signs in this short video by my coach and her twin 🥰
Your twin flame can’t tolerate being in a relationship with an unhealed, traumatized, triggered version of you- the negative energy is too much to bear between twins because it’s literally multiplied. (Similar to unhealed parents trying to parent a triggered child… Lots of mutual triggering ending in chaos and pain).
True for twins, too.
As they say in AA, two sickies don’t make a wellie 😁
This is why a lot of unhealed twins have toxic experiences. Basically, if you choose the twin flame path, you choose to confront and heal all your hurts, hangups, and upsets. Thankfully this process is VERY simple. Not easy!!!!!!!!! But simple.
So, this awareness propelled me into my cave of fear- which is… being ALONE. Very very alone and powerless. God kept putting blocks in between me and all of my relationships so I could break this pattern of codependency. It was like for a period of time I was pretty much forgotten. It became very clear that God wanted me to just be with him and build a new solid foundation where I FROG 🐸.
Prior to this healing opportunity, the codependent anxious pattern manifested, especially with my twin flame, as neediness, helplessness, despair, flailing, dependency, chasing, obsession, and control.
Did I think I was doing these things? OF COURSE NOT. Lol. I was just operating the way I knew how to operate. During my Dark Night of the Soul, I realized that I learned codependency as a two year old. I had NO IDEA I was so deeply codependent. I’m a therapist! I thought I was goooood lol.
Turns out, your twin flame is designed to help you see all parts of yourself. Every twin flame experiences the same. exact. dynamic. (At this point, not believing twin flames are real is like believing the earth is flat. Lol. ALL the evidence is there. This is SCIENCE, not a theory.) In soul mate relationships most of us can avoid the ‘plank in our eye’ because soul mates aren’t perfect mirrors. Soul mates are created by God for good too, though! SMs are God’s way of gently loving us back to him. TFs are God’s fast track to ascension. You want your TF? Get ready to heal. If not, that’s okay! The system can run just fine on old programs.
This is how God works. And when you make such a huge choice, like choosing Harmonious Union with your twin flame (ultimately, with God), then God is going to help you transcend everything in the way of your divinity.
So, that’s what happened. My mirror soul showed me in the most loving perfect way that I was giving myself away, oversharing, anxiously attaching, and searching for love (validation, support, etc) outside of myself. I was trying to GET love, a pattern I’ve been in allllllll my life. I was doing this by sharing the deepest most intimate things with the world, with well, everyone– whoever would listen. And, a hard lesson I’ve learned over and over, often people just want the drama, the “tea”. They don’t actually care… Like I do.
This look in the mirror revealed that even with years of professional training, expertise, and healing I’ve done through learning and therapy, that at the core, I was still codependent. Of course I was. Our culture breeds codependency. Soul mate relationships ARE (always? not sure yet, I need to talk to God about this) codependent to some extent. I spent a lifetime, all lifetimes! before I found this work, functioning from a codependent place.
The fact that I’ve healed and transcended SO much as quickly as I have is a MIRACLE.
God is real. Love wins.
My healing is proof that God is real and that twin flames are real. There’s no other logical explanation.
I read somewhere that the difference between anxious attachment and avoidant attachment is that the anxious attacher will put it all out there hoping someone finds something about them worth loving. The avoidant attacher refuses to put anything out there for fear that if anyone sees anything they’ll risk being unloved or exposed.
Really all attachment trauma is rooted in separation from God and the way to heal it is by completely surrendering to God and allowing Him to love all those parts until your habits and patterns are broken and rebuilt into healthy patterns and habits. God is our perfect parent and in Truth, our only parent. He wants us to attach to him. This process is easy and simple. Ego death is what feels hard- letting go of everything that gets in the way of being fully completely loved by God ❤️ in truth, it doesn’t have to be hard. Choose for it to be easy and surrender to the process. 🥰
The past two months have been… Beautiful. Perfect. Exhausting. And yes, hard. Excruciating at times. Ego fights the hardest right before it dies. The timing was perfect though as I was already in trauma therapy (MAP) so I was able to work through all the “silence” (by not writing, sharing, talking etc) with my practitioner and ascension coach.
This quiet retreat with God not only healed me, it helped me get clear on what to share, who to share it with, and what is just absolutely sacred.
Childhood abuse taught me that I wasn’t sacred. That if my father could exploit me then why shouldn’t “whoever” have access to me. Really what I was searching for was healing. A safe place to put my heart.
This was the underlying intention of some of these blog posts. So, those that are like my diary or love letters or “inside thoughts” are now password protected. Only one person has the password. Only one person has access to those parts of my heart and soul.
And that’s just how it should be.
I didn’t know any better before so I choose to forgive myself for laying myself out there for everyone to see. I choose to believe that Romans 8:28 is true and that God will use my innocent vulnerability for my Good and his glory.
Now that I know different, I’m doing different. Isn’t that what growing up is all about after all?
Listening to Landslide by Judah and the Lion (a Fleetwood Mac remake- better imo 😬) and contemplating the last 39 years of my life. If you take a listen I think you’ll get a window into my life, as it is and as it’s been.
The lyrics are just… almost too much to bear without filling a bucket of tears.
Took my love and I took it down I climbed a mountain, then I turned around And I saw my reflection in the snow-covered hills ‘Til the landslide brought me down
Oh, mirror in the sky, what is love? Can the child within my heart rise above? Can I sail through the changing ocean tides? Can I handle the seasons of my life?
Well, I’ve been afraid of changin’ ‘Cause I’ve built my life around you But time makes you bolder Even children get older Well, I’m getting older too…
10 years ago I made a commitment to someone I love that I would climb ‘our mountain’…. and then I turned around….and then the landslide brought me down.
I’ve always struggled with my relationships with men. It’s a bit dark? deep? to talk about this on my birthday but it’s what’s on my heart…
I’ve shared here and there that I have a complex relationship with my father. Come this December it will be 10 years since we’ve had any interaction.
About ten years ago, someone close to me contacted me- she was very concerned. She shared that my dad had messaged one of her daughters in the middle of the night (she was a very young teenager at the time) and the message made her feel really uncomfortable. This person close to me was aware of my dad’s history (I’ll share below) and asked me to talk to my dad about his behavior. She wanted to call the police. The interaction was obviously concerning and compelled me to address my dad. I had just turned 29 when I had to have this conversation with my DAD.
What is your relationship with your dad like? Does he respect the boundaries and innocence of you, your friends, others? Does he call you on your birthday? Does he allow you to have your own special moments?
Bryce has allowed me to witness what a good father looks like. I’m grateful.
My father was not a good father.
Don’t get me wrong, we had some good moments.
My dad was the fun parent. He was like us kids, loved to play video games, listen to music, be silly. My dad is an artist, an author- he’s very very talented. He loves psychology, science, and philosophy. He’s incredibly intelligent. Emotional. Deep. Pensive. Creative. Expressive…
Sound familiar?
I haven’t wanted to be but the truth is…I am so much like my dad.
I have wanted to deny this, run from it, not admit it. Because I was afraid. Afraid if I expressed myself fully I would turn into him, or even worse- be accused of things he’s done. My dad doesn’t live by the “rules”. Even to this day the way he lives is life is outside of what’s considered “normal”. He’s not a productive member of society.
My dad was never held accountable for what he did to me. He was never held accountable for the many many ways he made so many of my friends uncomfortable by making me/them the object of his sick desires.
The fucking hard thing is…I love my dad. I miss him. I want to have a relationship with a father. And I don’t. I can’t. He’s toxic and dangerous. I must protect myself and my daughter. He will never ever have any kind of access to her because he’s an abuser.
This is very hard to write.
I have been conditioned to “respect my mother and father” and I think they and most people would prefer if I didn’t air my dirty laundry (and the alternative is???? let it stink up my house???)
Childhood abuse makes people uncomfortable. No one wants to admit that their own father was both the object of their love and also their destruction.
How awful and confusing that is. I was just a little girl. I had no voice. I had no one to protect me. No one knew. I didn’t talk about it for TEN YEARS.
Apparently I’m good at keeping secrets for a decade 😦
My mom didn’t know. No one knew. No one knew what he did to me. And I’m not going to write it here because it’s just….awful.
But I will say this…. because of who he is, how he objectified me and every little girl he had access to, he made me not trust myself. He made me detach my mind from my brain. He traumatized me. He robbed me of my innocence.
He refuses to take ownership and be held accountable for his actions which is why I have severed him from my life. I’m not happy about it. I’m not over here celebrating the fact that my dad is a pedophile. It is the worst family secret that could ever exist. Imagine having to hold that in your heart and mind your whole life.
I was never given a space to talk about it, to heal. I can’t even count how many people have said, “it make you stronger”, “he did his best”, “maybe if you…”, “you need to forgive”… I don’t think people understand how hurtful statements like this are. So many people have implied that it was somehow my fault, my responsibility. If you’ve EVER thought anything like this about a victim of childhood abuse (or any abuse, for that matter) YOU are part of the problem and have blood on your hands.
It wasn’t my fault.
The 1990s weren’t trauma informed or kid-positive so my brain just did it’s best to figure out how to deal.
As a result I have ongoing trauma triggers, flashbacks, unwanted memories, and I’ve had LOTS AND LOTS AND LOTS of confusion and heartache around parenting, love, sex, my body, and MEN.
My mom never dated or remarried so I virtually had no positive male role models in my life, especially before I was 16. I had a grandfather and a few uncles, but we weren’t close in a way that I needed. It’s not their fault. In today’s other post I share how much I crave intimacy- being seen, known, and loved. For at least 10 years (probably 10-20 years old) the darkest and most devastating part of my life was unseen and unknown by anyone but me…and him. Secrets are intimate. These kind of secrets are killers. Killers of mind, body, and soul. It’s a freaking miracle that my life has gone the way it has. Someone must have really been praying for me, looking out for me. Apparently her name was Elaine ❤
The landslide lyrics are tough to hear but also so healing.
I have built my life around four different men, trying to find love, trying to find wholeness and healing. Some people get lucky and do find healing in their relationships. I actually think that’s how it’s supposed to be. We are built for community. Finding your tribe is a real and necessary thing– consider yourself incredibly blessed if you feel like your tribe- whoever you decide that to be- gets you–all of you.
Time has made me bolder. I’m writing- something I’ve been scared to do for so many reasons but a significant one is because I don’t want to be my dad. I love to write. But it’s suuuuperrrrr triggering. I remember days, weeks, years of my dad pouring all of his energy into his books, into his art, and into his love for little girls. Even as I type this I could just scream. Or barf. Or both, at the same time.
It is the worst feeling ever to love someone who destroyed you.
So here it is, my 39th birthday. I won’t get a call from him, I won’t get a card. I won’t hear ‘I love you’ or ‘I’m proud of you’. As far as I know, I’m dead to him. All because I spoke the truth and set a very very firm boundary.
Lots of people don’t have a dad. Lots of people were physically, sexually, emotionally abused by their fathers. Lots of people cut off contact with their dad (or mom) for their own protection and mental health.
I don’t think many people have a dad like mine though. So gifted, so wounded, so deep and profound, but also so… dangerous.
Usually I’m okay. I can find joy in watching Bryce parent Anna. I find peace in knowing that we’re protecting her body, mind, and soul. I am able to love myself, parent myself in ways I wasn’t. I’ve worked really hard to not be triggered and in my trauma unconsciously. Because it’s UGLY and crazy when it shows up. It makes me mean. It makes me misunderstand nearly everyone’s intentions, especially men.
I don’t see men as dangerous. That’s not how it shows up for me. I see men as indifferent towards me. There are a few men I cherish and they are the one’s that get the brunt of my trauma projections. You didn’t call on my birthday? Must mean you don’t love me. You forgot about me, didn’t celebrate me, didn’t notice or give me special moments? Must mean I’m unlovable…trash…unworthy.
My abuse taught me that I am unworthy of the basic human right to bodily autonomy. To be protected, safe, and loved as a little girl. He robbed me.
So, thirty-nine is the year that I am taking my life back, out of his hands, out of any man’s hands that I’ve surrendered my self-worth to. I’m taking my life back, I’m taking my heart back. I’m taking my body back. I’m taking my mind back. It’s all mine now and I’m not going to let anyone anywhere implicitly or explicitly define my worth.
I’m also going to fight like hell for the things I want, for the love I deserve.
It’s taken me thirty nine years but I finally know what I want. I finally know what I deserve. I won’t settle for anything less. I would rather be alone.
If you can’t grow or change to become what I want and need, then you’re not right for me. You may be a decent human. You may be everything someone else wants or needs. But if you like the person I am- deep, passionate, loving, expressive, full of light and love- then you might have to work on your shit. You might have to grow. You’ll probably be stretched and made uncomfortable.
Go out on a limb– that’s where the fruit is 🙂
Not everyone is able or willing to let go of their patterns that hold then back or hold them in sick places, like pedophilia for my dad…
Newsflash though…the universe will continue to present you with opportunities to confront your demons. Don’t think you can escape it. There’s no better motivator than love. I hope you choose love.
We outgrow people who won’t grow with us.
Most people just want to stay safe…but as they do they stay in their pain, in their lies, in all the things that hold them captive. I know because I’ve been there.
I’m giving myself the gift of freedom.
Freedom from lies. Freedom from captivity. Freedom from triggers. Freedom from dogma. Freedom from judgement. Freedom from death. Freedom from smallness. Freedom from scarcity. Freedom from him.
This post talks about some of my suicidal thoughts. If you are triggered by or upset by these kinds of thoughts, please do not read. If you read and do become upset, that’s normal and okay! Please reach out to someone you trust. You can always reach out to me, too. ❤️
September is suicide awareness month. It also happens to be my birthday month. (yes I get a whole month. Deal 😋😁).
For my birthday this year, I’m asking for donations to 988 Suicide & Crisis Lifeline. Facebook offers these easy ways to donate money around your birthday time. I’ve seen some become really successful! I’m hoping this blog post will motivate readers to find compassion in their hearts for people like me. There’s more than you can imagine. Currently, we have a 13 year old kiddo who has come into our life who experiences suicidal ideation daily.
SI is often met with judgement. I’m going to strongly challenge you, if you are prone to judgement, in regards to suicide or otherwise, that YOU indeed are part of the problem.
I’m judgmental too. It’s really hard not to be. We are analytical humans, always trying to understand our world and the people in it. Some of us are even professional judgers! (Hint: therapists, pastors, doctors, anyone who works in human services… We are trained to judge.)
It’s time to FLUSH our judgments. Flush em all. Like seriously, all of them.
Blue cat=judgementalness
I have experienced suicidal ideation on and off for most of my adult life. I don’t mind talking about it except that many many people think that those who have SI are “attention seeking” and wildly, irresponsibly, and overly emotional. I’ll tell ya one thing- it sure sucks to be judged when you already feel like a burden.
That’s what my SI has said to me.
You’re a burden. You’re unlovable. You annoy people, frustrated them, no one understands you because you’re broken, you’re sinful.
Your heart is deceitful, it lies. Your heart has hurt everyone you love. Your love is like death. Your thoughts and needs drive the people you love crazy.
You’re too much.
You exhaust everyone around you. The world would be better off without your crazy mind, misplaced emotions, and inability to function like the rest of us. You’re hurting everyone. Your children deserve better.
Your death would open up space for someone to do better. Someone who understands how people are supposed to be. You don’t understand. You shouldn’t BE.
I could never actively take my life. But I have passively wished for it to end more times than I can count.
The quiet and often solitude experience of suicidal thoughts is enough to drain years off a life and overall diminish a person’s quality of life. Imagine carrying these thoughts around with you. Imagine thinking that no one actually cares. The world must keep spinning, right? After all, everyone has to work, sleep, watch their TV shows, scroll their phones…
No one has time for your whiney bullshit, Kitty. No one should have to stop their life to help you feel loved. Who TF do you think you are?
Suicidal thoughts are obviously lies.
Sadly, ALL of us who experience them experience them as TRUTH. And, go looking for evidence, you’ll find it. People think the world is flat for heaven’s sake. It’s not that far of a stretch to believe you’re a burden when the people in your life literally don’t call or text back.
Oy.
I don’t want sympathy. Empathy would be nice- if you really care you can ask what my SI experience is like for me. You can ask me why I have thoughts like this. You can ask me what you can do in those moments and then follow through. (Hint: it’s not much. Just hugs mostly.)
Suicide is heavy. Talking about it takes some of the shame out of it. Talking about it empowers others who haven’t healed yet to talk about it. I’m not 100% healed but I’m better than I was two days ago, two months ago, two years ago.
If talking about suicide makes you feel uncomfortable, that’s okay! That’s normal. Feel free to say that; be honest about your feelings. Try not to avoid talking about it though. Avoidance is the fuel for suicidal thoughts.
Try to imagine what it would be like to feel suicidal. Ask your suicidal friend what it’s like for them. Hold lots of space. No need to fix it.
The best thing you can do is slow down. Be present. Be available.
If a friend calls and is upset…MAKE space. If you can’t make space, you don’t know how to love. If you have a hair cut scheduled, reschedule it. If you made plans to go out with a buddy, ask for a rain check. If you’re at work, ask for a mental health hour. If you’re in the middle of dinner with your family, quietly excuse yourself. PEOPLE will understand. And if they don’t, are they really your kind of people?
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Empathy. Vulnerability. Safety.
Let them tell their story.
If you’re not able or willing to do this hard task, that’s okay. Talking is hard, listening is even harder. Just donate money and help save lives. Tell your friend to call 988. There are lots of people like me out there who feel unloved, worthless, like a burden. Your donation will communicate to them that their life is worth living… That YOU want THEM to stay alive.
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I’m burdened by the hypocrisy of the “Christian” church.
I can’t believe I’ve played a part in this nonsense… This hate.
Church…we’ve messed up. Big time.
This is abhorrent.#guiltyActually, ask yourself if anyone feels loved by you. Change my mind.Burn every copy of love&respect 🤮Submit submit submit and God will bless you with an asshole for a husband who can’t even find the ketchup on the front door. Also, was told by my pastor and “Christian” therapist that they were angry with me for trying to feel loved. Fuck purity Sounds a bit narcissistic I didn’t write this. I don’t like those words at the end but you should seriously think about if and how your beliefs are hurting you and other people. People should not be able to love better than God.Yeah, this one’s tough for me too. No caption needed. Other than *note: WITHOUT STRINGS ATTACHED #yepThe hypocrisy is as THICK as their skulls…Y’all. I don’t even understand this logic Or this logicI’m actually okay being kept awake. I’m sorry.Cherry picking should be left for actual cherries We’ve really messed up.Well, does it?🎤I try to remember to talk to my unpleasant emotions like I would a little toddler. What do you need? How can I help?No virtue. Read it again with me.I seriously do not even understand how one could think they should be in office.😬Sick.
I’m kind of done with this “Christian” nonsense. Pray for my soul.
Sometimes, often actually, other people say it better than I can.
A collection of thoughts I’ve been hoarding over the past couple days in my cloud
And possibly the most difficult flex….A picture worth a thousand words.Keep running ❤My ego has been after me for a long time- blocking access to my soul and spirit…I had a panic attack yesterday. I wish I would have practiced these in that moment. The gift of healthy boundariesIf we want to heal we need to change our lensAs you would say…. shhhhhhhWe are going to be okay!!!Have you heard of twin flames?
Keturah Mae Shine 