wildwoman

Our bodies are supposed to be the temple for our mind and spirit on this earth. Unfortunately many of us are carrying a lot of pain and anxiety in our body. Much of it is from old pain and deep trauma,

There are triggers for my anxiety and PTSD everywhere. Sometimes I can avoid them or know exactly what caused it. Sometimes I am clueless why I feel a sense of complete foreboding and like I am going to

Its a matter of time, Im waiting for you! Its been so long and things are looking up I know your right around the corner waiting waiting to trip me up but thats fine you don't bother me your nothing new

Well…shit. This is something I tend to say all the time. If you have never met me you wouldn’t know the inflection. It’s something like this. Well (said very nonchalant and with no tone) * insert pause*

You seem innocent enough, bubbling in my glass and making me smile. You seem tasty enough, tingling my tongue and lightening my preverbal trial You make me happy, light in my chest and quick with a joke

Where I belong You’ve been given a bad name A reputation that you’re supposed to be tamed You’ve been seen by the wrong eye Never really noticed as top prize But there you are forever faithful To the blissful

“I need to get my shit together!” is something I have said quite a bit in my life. I hear it from others often as well. My most common uses are about exercise and weight loss. If I realized I hadn’t

I found that wandering around the woods is one of the best activities to get “before” me and “after” me to go away so I can be Real me. Putting one foot in front of the other is a literal manifestation

There it is again just under the skin out of reach under nerves that won't listen its trying to get me to let it free prompting me to dig it out I wish it would learn I don't need to cause the scars It

I mentioned in a previous blog post ( before about my secret desire to plan for the apocalypse and that I love to hike and backpack. In backpacking I have learned to carry a fairly heavy pack around the

My parents are almost doomsday preppers. They aren’t digging out hideouts or making boobie traps (I typed boobie that makes me giggle) but they do make sure they have water on hand and plenty of canned

I have been through a lot and i find a lot of humor but mostly I just kind of tell stories of how I have learned cosmically large lessons from tiny normal life moments. On other social media platforms

I am a middle- aged woman working through depression, anxiety, and the greatest adventures of my life. Yes raising a family and all the things in the “before” made great stories but this is a blog about