I am…. At peace…

I am…. At peace…

I don’t remember where my yoga instructor heard this. I just know I needed to hear it. And hear it again. Breathe in and think, “I am…” Breathe out and think, “At peace…” I’ve been using this pretty much nonstop…well, whenever I can remember. Breathe in, “I am….”...
I am allowed to do whatever the f—k I want…

I am allowed to do whatever the f—k I want…

I noticed it a while back. “Am I allowed to do that?” I’d ask my therapist. “Am I allowed to feel that way?” “Is it okay that I want this?” I noticed it in my work with my clients as well. There I’d flip it, and tell them they were allowed to do, think, feel, try,...
I’m allowing it to be easy…

I’m allowing it to be easy…

Easy is still somewhat new for me. Well, it’s not new, because I remember decades ago when my then therapist told me I could take the easy choice in a situation. It astounded me at the time, because I “knew” that I always had to take the harder choice so that I could...
I’m taking up all the space I can

I’m taking up all the space I can

When I was a child, I learned that it wasn’t safe to take up space. I may not have been specifically taught that – at first – but I learned it nonetheless. I learned to be as small as possible. (And yes, I know I am, have always been, and will always be physically...
Breathe into the tight spots

Breathe into the tight spots

I am a survivor of complex trauma. The cult I was raised in did really f—d up things to my brain, and I am still unraveling that. I may always be unraveling that. And then there’s all the other “non-cult” stuff as well. I am also fine. Really fine. Not even fine, but...