Survivor:Thriving with longterm HIV (37 yrs), sobriety (37 yrs), PTSD🫀🔋
Mental Health Advocate:Therapy enthusiast 🦸🏾♀️ | Retired clergy ✝️
Celebrating 70 years of resilience, strength & magic 🧝🏾♀️🧚🏾♂️
#GentleLiving #MindfulMoments #HealingInAction
#GentleLiving #MindfulMoments #HealingInAction
#GentleLiving #MindfulMoments #MentalHealthAwareness
#GentleLiving #MindfulMoments #MentalHealthAwareness
how you got him, is how you’ll lose him…
Or her✨ijs
💯 💯 💯 💯 💯
how you got him, is how you’ll lose him…
Or her✨ijs
💯 💯 💯 💯 💯
#breathingthruanxiety
#breathingthruanxiety
Happy New week y’all!
Happy New week y’all!
I’m not in a lane.
I’m on a lineage.
This isn’t a feed, it’s a frequency.
Every word, every breath, every reflection I offer is sacred programming. I don’t post to perform. I post to plant:
Seeds of truth. Streams of mercy.
I’m not keeping up. I’m keeping sacred. Periodt
I’m not in a lane.
I’m on a lineage.
This isn’t a feed, it’s a frequency.
Every word, every breath, every reflection I offer is sacred programming. I don’t post to perform. I post to plant:
Seeds of truth. Streams of mercy.
I’m not keeping up. I’m keeping sacred. Periodt
…Nibbling in frozen blackberries by the kitchen sink. 😋
…Nibbling in frozen blackberries by the kitchen sink. 😋
This basin isn’t porcelain, it’s consecrated.
My tears salt the water.
My swollen eyes sing the hymn of last night’s release.
And as I rinse, I remember:
“I am baptized.”
Which means the flood didn’t win.
Today, I rise. Washed, yes
but also marked.
Mercy remains on my face.
This basin isn’t porcelain, it’s consecrated.
My tears salt the water.
My swollen eyes sing the hymn of last night’s release.
And as I rinse, I remember:
“I am baptized.”
Which means the flood didn’t win.
Today, I rise. Washed, yes
but also marked.
Mercy remains on my face.
Feels like a mirror of where I’ve been placing my energy: reclaiming rhythm, honoring memory, and moving through the thorny spaces with style and grit.
Feels like a mirror of where I’ve been placing my energy: reclaiming rhythm, honoring memory, and moving through the thorny spaces with style and grit.
Not that I don’t honor the ‘sober’ me…
I just *forget* the date sometimes! 🥴✨
June 8, 1988 ✨ 37 years sober✨
Thank you 😊 gratitude
#alcoholicsanonymous
#soberlife
Not that I don’t honor the ‘sober’ me…
I just *forget* the date sometimes! 🥴✨
June 8, 1988 ✨ 37 years sober✨
Thank you 😊 gratitude
#alcoholicsanonymous
#soberlife