I've experienced food bullying since childhood. As I hear people facing illnesses & disorders, I wonder what unresolved emotions are at play

I struggle with my inner thoughts, my body pain, my emotional pain, my global pain. I feel everything at a deep level.

Recently a friend of mine, gifted me with 12 chrysalises that will soon emerge into monarch butterflies.

We are nearing 500 days. We have endured together and apart. We have explored ourselves. We have listened and shared. Change is inevitable.

I’m living in a body that holds memories no longer useful to me. What do I do with the memories? I have anger. What do I do with the anger?

From an eagle’s view, we humans weathered a tsunami breaking us open. Some of us picked up the pieces, others blamed. It's a choice.

In my awake times when I am surrounded by responsibilities and timelines day after day, I often feel the weight of life’s challenges.

I was raised understanding my job was to be nice above all else. That translated into forgetting about me. And to fibromyalgia.

My greatest pivotal moment came when I viewed myself as a pupil of life rather than a victim. I still struggle with it but I'm learning.

A black marker mars my sight. How am I supposed to see my way through this murky world? I’m not ready to welcome it in.

At that moment I could finally feel it and I realized I would never, alone, fill that bottomless hole inside me. A visualization helped.

Do I stay informed and take action or do I focus on my inner life? Is there a way to do both?

Surrendering to pain sounded like defeat to me and I wasn’t going to be defeated. I wasn't interested in befriending pain. It was my enemy.

I was on a path where I was receptive and open. When one is in that state, one never knows the form the teacher will take.

I struggled for years following meditation rules, trying to do it right so as to reap the benefit others found. But I feared inner monsters.

I’m lost today not knowing what to write about. I put myself up on a pedestal and crash. This past week held stunning miracles of the heart.

I have a fierce pride in what I believe in. My goal is to live this intention all the time but fear gets in the way. How to deal with it?

I felt numb staying home. Then I felt a sense of despair. It was as if many people in my life had died. Grief made me aware. So I adapted.

During the most traumatic event of my life, I miraculously found stillness in the turbulence of the surrounding violence I was subjected to.

I am living my herstory one day at a time, struggling and succeeding, loving and losing, and loving again