Michelle

Joined March 2021

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A single mom of two who seeks truth, spirituality and freedom through healing and mindfulness. The world is too big to lock yourself in the invisible mental cage!

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One woman's unwanted pet was my family
I had just left a relationship and moved into a new apartment with my two girls. We were starting fresh. We had adopted cats before to be a part of our family but it never seemed to work out. Whether I had to give them away due to financial problems, boyfriends being allergic or they ran away. When the girls started asking for another kitty, I was apprehensive. I hadn't had the best track record but eventually, I caved in. I missed having the company and the cuddles. I'd always had a cat part of my life.
By Michelle3 years ago in Petlife
Do I love myself yet?
So you've started a self-love journey. First, I AM PROUD OF YOU for taking the first step towards personal freedom. Second, it can get hard along the way, sometimes feeling like the journey has been conquered only to be ambushed with more insecurities, emotional reactions, and toxic behaviors. "But I've been working on loving myself for a whole year! What am I doing wrong?", you ask yourself struggling to find the answers and slowly losing hope.
By Michelle3 years ago in Motivation
Addiction only dies in heaven
Smoking. An addiction worse than cocaine itself yet so readily available everywhere you turn. The first time I tried smoking cigarettes, I was 13 years old. My dad, who chain smoked on a daily, made me roll his cigarettes for him every time he needed new packs. I was forced to sit at the kitchen table for as long as it took. Sometimes he needed 2 packs and others, six. After a while, I got curious. They were such a big part of my brother and I's lives, I wondered why. My parents loved to leave me in charge of babysitting while they left until late at night to go play bingo. One of those nights, I rolled a pack. For myself. Of course, I got my brother involved, who was 2 years younger than me, so that he wouldn't rat me out. We pocketed the pack, found a lighter and went outside for a walk. In the darkness, we lit a cigarette and sucked on it like we had seen our parents do day in and day out. We didn't realize we had to inhale the smoke, but we felt cool. Eventually, I got ratted out by my cousin and was told to eat one of the cigarettes I had rolled as a punishment. I didn't. I got dishes for life instead.
By Michelle3 years ago in Psyche

Michelle

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One woman's unwanted pet was my family

Do I love myself yet?

Addiction only dies in heaven

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