I am the life that began in ruin In tumult and terror, a wounded soul did rise. I am the spirit once cloaked in darkness, Bound by trauma, burdened by the most rapturous lies. I am the wound healed, yet still trembling, Echoes of the abused abuser’s desperate cries. I am the spark that flickers at midnight, The truest vibration, aware of its plight. I am the tortured, the troubled, transmuting the weight, Where shadows once whispered of fear and of fate. I now sit in peace be

Confession is not punishment, it’s liberation. Hidden truths drain your energy and shape your reality. Talking helps, but real healing means clearing imprints from mind, body, and energy. When you speak your truth in a safe space, you reclaim power, restore wholeness, and manifest from sovereignty. This is transformation: turning pain into purpose.

Trauma begins as an unseen initiation. Healing requires more than time, it demands intentional release and integration to reclaim sovereignty.

She waited on the court steps, perfect shoes, perfect dress, perfect terror. He promised he’d come. He didn’t. And that absence carved itself into her bones. A father’s rejection scripts a lifetime: love equals fear, belonging equals waiting. Years later, she sees it, the wound shaped her, but it doesn’t own her. She’s learning that love can feel like peace, and the heart can unbreak.

Alchemy is more than turning lead into gold, it’s the art of transformation. Spagyrics, the alchemy of plants, unite spirit, soul, and body, aligning earthly and cosmic forces. Through separation, purification, and recombination, the plant and you - are reborn. This is Somatic Resonance Alchemy: awakening consciousness through embodiment.

A raw, unflinching journey through despair, self-loss, and the fight to reclaim wholeness. She braves the flames, searching for lost fragments of herself, turning toward the light with fierce resolve.

She starved her from the earliest days—feeding her was an ordeal, a battlefield where control was the only weapon. The enemy? Her own flesh, her own skin. She hated her body.