depression
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life advice at red rocks…
I was sitting at the top of the Red Rocks Amphitheater – having just walked up and down it (by way of the bleachers) three times.It was my display of redemption for the Jenna who at one point was living in a body that could no longer even walk up one stair of her home.So… Continue reading
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the man in the convertible…
I stepped into the Planet Fitness in Tucson, Arizona.I was simply there for one thing: a shower.Dirty and sweaty from having just walked the most random trail to see the sunrise in a sea of cactus in which I got lost, scratched up my legs, and accumulated nearly fifty bug bites all over my body.I… Continue reading
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difficult but not impossible…
“Oh, my Jenna, what did you do?” He sat there skimming through my records sent over by the other hospital. Those numbers and stats in which I took pride breaking his heart. I never could have imagined the ripple effect my quest would have – the cost not only that I would pay but others… Continue reading
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a place to call home…
He quickly swallowed his bite of cheesesteak, mid chew as the shock sped up his need to reply to my response.It was evident he had no idea that question would actually warrant a yes.“Wait, really? Seriously?”“100%. Why not?” I said in a light hearted manner. As if picking up my entire life, leaving behind all… Continue reading
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my best yes…
“What can I get you two to eat?” the waiter asked as he approached us at the counter.“My treat. Get anything you like,” my friend said.I looked up from the menu at the waiter, “what do you recommend?”He listed off a few items; raved about one of the salad options and the pizza and the… Continue reading
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seeing through the darkness…
“I am going to make a guess that you want to live in a cabin one day. One more rustic. A bit of age to it for enhanced character.”We were walking down the main street in Park City on the way to lunch – jumping around in conversation covering the many facets of life.“Ha, and… Continue reading
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the release of butterflies…
“I like this one,” I said standing in front of a print with five horses galloping in the sand.We were walking through our fifth gallery. I asked him to lead every aspect of the day, with him being the local and me the tourist. Lately he had become interested in art so we spent the… Continue reading
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returning the ring…
It was at a rest stop in Oregon on August 29 – my halfway point from Spokane, Washington to somewhere to be determined in Utah – when it began.I laid in my back seat unable to sleep – kept awake by the adrenaline of living an authentic life.A euphoric energy that had me blissfully running… Continue reading
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when trauma meets its redemption…
Every Wednesday at 10:30AM was cooking class at the inpatient facility.I remember that mostly because I still get anxious when the clock hands hit the 10 and 6 every week.Subconsciously so.Trauma is a tricky thing.–There were a few classes out of the umpteen I took in the 12 years of being a “revolving door” patient… Continue reading
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regaining the life i gave away…
The hardest part of the ending of my “relationship” in 2021 was not the loss of the person.That actually became the easiest aspect of it all.Facing betrayal with eyes wide open, not blinded by the illusion of love, will do that to you.The more you see, the less you need.–The most difficult part was the… Continue reading
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 