
When I look back at myself and remember my fears after my loss, I wish I could go back in time and tell myself a few things. You see, something…

When I look back at myself and remember my fears after my loss, I wish I could go back in time and tell myself a few things. You see, something…

Your mind feels like it can explode after loss. It feels shattered and in many pieces. It feels confused, unable and going around the same thoughts over and over again….

Dear one, I know how tender this moment is. Loss. Transition. We grieve, we stretch, we hang on for dear life. We fall apart, we begin again. We walk through…

I have a confession to make. I am the opposite of doubt. The opposite of waiting. The mirror image of leaping. The twin flame of jumping. I am a jumper….
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