A few years ago I lost several dear friends. Not to death, or illness, or accident. Just…lost them. I did some things, they did some things, we did some things. And then before I knew it we simply weren’t talking anymore. Many of them didn’t even tell me to go screw myself. The whole thing would have been easier if they had. It devastated me. I cried about it for months. I wanted to die in agony wishing for closure. Wishing for anything but how it felt to be alone with
I am finished. Done. It is over. One year of a PhD program under my belt.
One more year of raising three beautiful children under my belt.
One more year of focusing on loving my other half under my belt.
One more year of consciously embracing my BADASS self under my belt. I am in the middle of recovery. This last year was one of the most spiritually fulfilling, expansive, emotional, rip your chest open and fillet your soul spilling years of my life. I have never sobbed ha