*Drops her bags on the floor and sinks to the floor.*
When did we last speak? 2 years ago? 4? You’re probably wondering where I’ve been. Curious about what I’ve been up to. What happened? Are you okay? … Those of you who had my cell number called me to check in.
I have been on Walkabout. After I wrote Broken in 2015, I began therapy. The more therapy and Shadow work I did, the deeper into my subconscious I dove until… I had to set aside my online life to focus on my shadow work.
Several times I thought I was done. Several times I sent out a newsletter, thinking it was time to come home. Each time, I was wrong. This time, I come home because… it’s time. Since May 2022, the voice in my head has spoken very loud and clear: Tell your story. It is September, and I cannot deny this anymore. It’s time to tell my story.
No books. No cryptic BS. Just my truth. If you haven’t read Broken, you may be lost. If you have read Broken… consider this the sequel. Right now… I need to bleed. I need to release the words and just get them out and pour them onto the page. Share them. Read my story. Tell others. I need a place to just syphon my pain. I need a place to release this. And since last we speak, I’ve lost my gardens.
So… This is the Healing Garden. The sequel to Broken. I ask you to please, just listen. And hopefully, you’ll take away what you need from this.
WARNING… The Healing Garden contains sensitive material. It is filled with swearing, unfiltered, graphic truth that covers rape, pedophilia, and animal abuse. Read responsibly