first of all, thank you so very much for stopping by my little corner! I am excited to share my story with you. Ultimately I hope to offer you hope. Hope for whatever area of your life you may need it.
These past five months have been a time of unexpected changes resulting in adjustments for me and my family. If you had my read this page already you would have noticed that it started with me proclaiming how happy I was to be working in a job that I absolutely loved. That statement is still true. Even though I am no longer there, I love that job. It is a fantastic job! I was able to go to work every day and be surrounded by individuals that I connected to on a soulful level. How many people can boast of jobs like that? I will look back on my time there with fond memories.
It began around February of last year. The deep pit of dark despair started to stir inside me again. I woke up one morning, and I did not want to get out of bed. I did not want to go to work. Up until that morning, you could not keep me from work. When it was my day off I would volunteer my time at work because I loved it so much.
Depression had come for me once again. I hit a wall. Since my life was in such a very different space, I was healthier spiritually than I had ever been and I thought I was in the strongest place mentally that I had been in for as long as I could ever recall. I did not expect this to happen. I was angry. I began to question, why do all of self-care, all this self-improvement, live sober and clean bullshit only to end up in this pit again?
The first three months of finding my way out of this darkness was less “messy” than any of my past attempts. While I was alone inside there like many times before, contemplating what direction to take I stumbled on a couple of books that were serendipitous ( I love that word) for me finally turning around and saying, “ok, I will stop running away from what I am supposed to do. I will not be afraid of what people think anymore and just do it.” Later, probably, six or seven months after the fact I described this moment to my husband as happening like a “snap” or a “crack” in my psyche. Something rigid inside me broke and I was finally free to speak my truth and know my power. The truth is it was always there. Women are born with a “wild knowing” but it gets torn away from us and we become lost.
I have been chronically discontent for many years. I can say for at least seventeen years. Day in and day out I lived being this empty ghost shell of my self. The peace I searched for all these years like a mad woman all of a sudden filled me. It was because I chose to speak my truth and claim my power. Of course, all of this did not happen in one instantaneous moment. This was a culmination of years of truth-seeking and soul-searching. All of which I am so passionate about helping other women like you journey through.
I want to spend my life helping women find their way back to their “wild knowing”!
I want to see empowered women using the natural gifts of creativity and intuition we were born with.
I am an artist, I believe art is the most effective way to communicate without using words or when words fail to deliver.