This is a poem for the women violated, and for those who stand in support and love and solidarity. For partners, for lovers, for friends. For all those women harmed, and for all those who held and loved them in the aftermath. Maybe not perfectly, maybe not with unfailing grace, …
You Are Here to Heal
Come here. I’m going to tell you a secret. It’s okay to hate today. To hell with all that positive thinking mumbo jumbo. Toss your gratitude journal to the side, just for now. It’s okay to wallow. It’s okay to feel like PMS and Mercury Retrograde and your hour and …
115 ways to heal your own broken heart.
buy a lavender plant. fall asleep with sprigs of it on your chest. breathe it deeply, all the way inside. back to the mat, no exceptions. fall asleep in savasana. cry in pigeon. laugh out loud in happy baby. mascara and groomed brows, always. red lipstick when you need it …