It felt as though my heart—my self-compassion—was floating up and away from my chest. The cold loneliness that remained in its place was more than just a bit uncomfortable, so without haste a (softening) version of my inner leopardess* stepped in to protect me. Her protection was short-lived and could have been detrimental to my growth had I not noticed and shifted.
Read MoreSociety has us hardwired to believe that exploring our inner emotional worlds should be reserved for those who are sick—depressed, anxious, addicted, despondent, mysteriously ill with diagnoses like chronic fatigue or fibromyalgia… Do you see where I’m going?
Read More"Judging a person does not define who they are... it defines who you are."
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