A house of two alcoholics and not much social interaction had brought me here. What was normal in our home, the slurred words, was exposed to the outside world for the first time.
Loving yourself is a challenge on the best of days, let alone in the midst of loss and grief. And let’s get real right quick—grief is fucking everywhere. It’s in the shitty stuff like death,
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.
Stepping into womanhood meant no longer acting like a little girl. Assuming full responsibility meant no longer acting like a victim.
The moon and the woman’s cycle reflect one another, a powerful reminder than feminine energy is cyclical rather than linear…