Toxic Positivity?
How could positivity be toxic? Simple answer – it can’t.
How could positivity be toxic? Simple answer – it can’t.
Between my postpartum and the loss of my Dad, I felt a kind of rawness I’ve never known before.
I was living in a horror movie and the monster was my mind.
I saved myself when I ‘found’ myself – hidden beneath a façade that I thought I needed to adopt to live a fulfilled life. Little did I know that façade was what was destroying me.
Don’t Wish Your Life Away
Overwhelmed? Just know, you are exactly where you are supposed to be. Meant to be Should be Every moment of your life so far has led you to this exact spot. You’ve probably heard that before. I know I’ve said it to myself about a hundred times while I struggled to get my shit together …
My husband triggered me last week
I opened my Facebook Group V’s Visionaries early. And if you follow me on Instagram, you’ll have seen in my stories that this wasn’t exactly the trajectory I’d intended for this group, but what is a vision without hope? I was sitting at the dinner table a couple of nights ago when my chest started …
Yesterday was the one-year anniversary of my Dad’s death. The weeks leading up to yesterday were very up and down, so naturally I thought the day was going to hit me hard.
CLUTTER QUEEN Step back with me a little further than the story I shared in part 1 to examine another aspect of what was holding me back – one that I was loathed to admit to myself was even a problem. And I believe perhaps it’s the label itself that kept me from this little …