I may have forgiven him, but I’d never forgiven myself. I’d never dealt with the shame and the guilt that was, quite literally, buried in the deepest depths of me.
Financial anxiety, extremely high rent prices, and a (un)healthy dose of limiting beliefs around money did not make for breezy conversations in which to plan and manage our finances. The word “money” came with a load of shame and a lot of fear.
After many months of trying to book a night at the Joshua Tree House, I finally had the pleasure of staying there last year. Based on the success of this gorgeous Airbnb spot I assumed the owners were living
I realized I’d been carrying around a heavy idea about my self-worth: I was not worthy or beautiful without makeup.
MOTHERSHIP; sexual awakenings, shamans and (re)igniting feminism
It was the first time that I had realized that what happened wasn’t okay. It was the first time I said the word, rape.