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September 27, 2020–I had the most vivid dream that was in the same color as the beginning of the Wizard of Oz – not black and white but the brownish tones.I was standing in a strapless dress on a walkway (much resembling the look of a boardwalk) that was over a lake nestled within giant
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I was trying to outrun the memories.Reach the end of this journey before they caught up to stop me on my mission to full freedom.But I was losing ground.The space that was forming between us grew smaller.The panic set in as I watched them get closer.More visible.More tangible.More real.Fighting to no longer remain a prisoner
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March 2021 – a glimpse into my hidden truth. The “lost months” I will now refer to them as.–I laid in bed for days – despondent. Depressed. Discarded.Only vacating the confines of my home for the morning coffee outing made mandatory by a friend.“The world needs you in it. Even if just for five minutes,”
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I received an email a few weeks ago. “Pick up where you left off!” It was from a company in regard to a little project I was working on in winter of 2021. I say “little” so nonchalantly as if I was not setting out to alter my life forever with this gift. This was
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I used to find myself habitually playing with my finger – the one where a ring once was. As if it is still there. It was a gift one Valentine’s Day. I thought he was proposing. The woman of that day internally panicked. So maimed by love in the midst of what was happening within
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What had become of me? Abused and used. Scarred and scared. Beaten and broken. Wounds covered me – internally and externally. One a consequence of the other. A gaping gash in my heart bleeding out my dreams, my desires, my trust, my safety. The cuts on my arm a plea to stop feeling. – My
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There is this sweatshirt in my closet. About three times too big for my body. I did that intentionally. – My one ex hated it. I mean despised it. Told me just how much every time I wore it. “You cannot keep covering up with this. How will you live out the butterfly effect if
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There are many chapters in my life that have not been pretty. The experiences I have endured did not come perfectly packaged. And it has taken me quite some time to reach a place of acceptance with that – still a work in progress. I have my moments, usually at night, when it all feels
The Story…
About Me
I am a woman on a mission to turn her pain into purpose using her passion for writing. This blog is the journey of my becoming, excerpts from the pages of my book of life – the good and bad and everything in between – written with the intent to heal, to guide, to inspire…
I write to document the tale of a heroine slaying every dragon that comes her way for she knows she is the only one who can save herself.
I write to tell the story of a woman brought back to life; a chronicle of rebirth to show the power of hope and redemption.
I write to give meaning to every yes spoken – whether in shouts or whispers, in fear or bravery.
I write to share with the world the story of what happens when one believes in the beauty of a better tomorrow. What happens when one refuses to settle for anything less than butterflies. What happens when a mere spark you defiantly declined to let go out ignites into an inferno.
I write to open the eyes of all those who feel like the victim in their own story to see that they are not helpless or damaged or weak. They are in control. They have everything within to become the victor.
I write to speak life into the grieving to allow words laced in truth and love to mend the wounds inhibiting the heart from moving forward.
I write for the invisible to feel seen. I write to lead us all on the journey to the happily ever after….it is waiting to be lived by each of us <3
Clandestine Confessions 