Letting Go, Finding the Way

Sometimes, I feel stuck, weighed down by things that hold me back. But when I break free, when I release that grip, that's when I catch glimpses of what could be. It's like seeing a new path emerge from the fog.

Holding on – clinging to my own way instead of trusting the bigger picture – only keeps me from reaching those possibilities. It's in letting go that I discover the amazing things that are waiting for me.

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Walking Away to Save Myself: Breaking the Chains of a Toxic Family

For years, I lived with trauma so deep it tried to silence me—but instead of breaking me, it made me defiant. Everything my mother said to tear me down, I resisted. I became everything she said I couldn’t be. My mother—the person who should have protected me—was instead the source of fear, pain, and rejection. She never offered love, safety, or validation. Instead, I lived in constant anxiety and terror. The beatings were daily. And when she wasn’t hitting me herself, she had trained my middle sister to take over. The abuse was relentless. Inescapable. This was my childhood: a house ruled by violence, fear, and control. What made it even darker was her involvement in witchcraft and black magic. She used it as a weapon—threatening me with curses, wishing me dead, and vowing she would outlive her children just to watch our lives unravel. I grew up under the heavy fear that I had been cursed by the one person who was supposed to nurture me. Her cruelty didn’t stop there. She often ...

Beauty, Brains & Boundaries

Why Worthy Women Are Done Apologizing for Wanting More As a young girl, I was an international model—traveling the world, young, beautiful, and financially independent. I was naturally drawn to powerful, intelligent, and successful men—not because I needed anything from them, but because I admired ambition. I respected men who could build something for themselves, because I was already building something for myself. But because I was beautiful, I was labeled. Assumed. Dismissed. "Gold digger" that type of judgment made me stay away from the very type of man I was genuinely aligned with. I didn’t want to be misunderstood. So I shrunk my desires and played it safe. And for that, I paid the price. As I got older, that stigma stuck. I found myself in a pattern of relationships with users, losers, and opportunists—men who took and took and gave nothing back. Men who drained my spirit, my finances, my peace. And I let it happen, because somewhere deep down, I still felt like I ...

When Nothing Is Happening, Make Shit Happen!

June was slow. Like, dead quiet slow. No business. No momentum. It felt like everything was stuck. So I did something totally ordinary—but energetically powerful. I had a yard sale. Not just to make money (though that helped). I needed to MOVE energy. To release things. To stir the pot. To show the Universe that I wasn’t just going to sit there waiting. I was going to make shit happen . And guess what? I went from zero bookings to FIVE bookings this month. Coincidence? I don’t think so. Money is energy. Movement is energy. Letting go is an invitation for more. Sometimes we think we have to wait until the “right thing” comes along, or until we “feel ready.” But the truth is, energy responds to action. When you move—even in a small way—you signal the Universe that you’re open, available, and in the flow . So if you’re in a lull, don’t panic. Clean your space. Sell stuff. Shake things up. Move your body. Make a call. Say yes to something random. Create momentum from where...

Walking the Edge: My Journey as an Empath Learning to Protect, Heal, and Shine

For as long as I can remember, I’ve sensed things others couldn’t. Energies, presences, whispers from another realm—all mixed into the fabric of my everyday life. It wasn’t until much later that I understood why: I’m an empath. Being an empath means I absorb emotions and energies around me, sometimes to the point where it feels overwhelming. Negative energies, draining people—what I call “energy vampires” or “soul snatchers”—can knock me off balance if I’m not careful. For a long time, this sensitivity felt like a curse. But now, I see it as a gift—a calling. Encounters Beyond the Veil Throughout my life, I’ve had moments that defy logic. One night driving past a cemetery, I saw a pink orb-like form linger around my car. It felt playful and curious, not frightening—a gentle energy reaching out across the veil. But it wasn’t one of my guardian angels. I’ve felt their presence in other ways, and this orb was something else—something that just passed through, maybe just drawn to my l...

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