Debridement is the part no one talks about. After the surgery of Ch 4. After the exit of Ch 5. Before the build of Ch 8, you have to clean the wound.This is what it looks like when the infection comes up. The Session First Reiki. The reading was immediate. Heaviness in the chest. Throat. […]
This is what a Scorpio Full Moon looks like when no one is watching your throat. Ch 4 was the surgery. Ch 5 was the exit. This is Ch 8: The Build. This is what it looks like when you’re no longer bleeding. The Ritual A room. 11:11 AM. Solo. Salt on the windowsill. Water
Took me awhile to understand what shapes society and the huge population of people who are working 9-5 jobs to make ends meet Degrees, A Level, make income and settling down is a trend of many who chose to follow the matrix. Parents and teachers say: get education, to score well in exams, live in
Aloo Gobi and Muttar paneer are one of my favorites. Today I’m vegetarian. Not for health. Not for trend. Today I’m vegetarian because MK is a devotee of Lord Ganesha. Some Saturdays, devotion looks like cauliflower. 😂 Some Saturdays, healing looks like takeout. The takeout bag smelled like turmeric and peace. In aid of my
I was lost in thought, saying a silent prayer for God to guide me through the toughest times. U.S. hinted that she’d take a flight with no return, as if she would protect me from the abuse. She didn’t I realized I was being coerced before my exit. The abuse and confusion lasted awhile, til
What I understood about my past was that those who hurt me, trained me. The lessons weren’t random. They were surgical. The main lesson I learned was to never trust or get too close to anyone because the closer people get, the higher chances of hurting me. I didn’t choose this lesson. It was drilled
I had a rough time during childhood. I was just innocent. I needed love and support but didn’t get it. Favoritism ruled the house. Caretakers weren’t perfect or emotionally supportive. The only one who was there for me was me. As I grew, I learned the maltreatment and abuse I faced by HK led to
I grew up in a whirlwind of uncertainty, caught between the love and care of my family and the harsh reality of abuse and maltreatment. My childhood was a complex web of mixed signals and conflicting emotions, where survival meant enduring and self-isolating. Though I’ve faced unimaginable challenges, I’ve emerged stronger, with scars that tell
Content Warning This book contains description of childhood trauma and abuse. Reader’s discretion is advised. This memoir reflects the author’s personal memories. Names have been changed to initials like AK, HK, and MK to protect privacy. If you need support: Samaritans of Singapore at 1767’or find help at findhelpline.com Preface For decades my voice was
After witnessing that my blog is on the first page and top of Google it made me 😊 and filled with the drive force of nature which motivates me to write and create more post and contents . Motivated and singing without the lyrics to Destiny song from Dhurandar 2. 03:33 AM. DESTINY – MANN
