Getting Honest With Myself & The World

The downside to always being the strong one, of always being there for everyone else, at mastering not appearing sick is that very few people realize the extent to which you may suffering or the severity to which the things that ail you truly do. People are so used to you helping them, many times they do not realize that you help them because you know what it is like to suffer and a part of you is hoping they will help you to. Now that I have finally gotten my service dog, I realized there are going to be those in my life who do not realize my true need for her.

I am not saying that people do not realize the things that I struggle with, as I am a very open book about most of my health especially my mental health, but rather there is a select few who truly know the capacity to which this affects my life. There are few who have seen the depths to which this has taken over. Most think they know but in reality, they only know what I choose to show them, what I allow the world to see. There is much more to the ways in which my diseases and my health has impacted every facet of my life. I have made a point to be quite selective with what I share, with who I let in, with what people know. I have hidden many of the details from my own family, from my best friends, from so many people.

I spent so much of my life wanting so desperately to be like everyone else, to not feel like I do, to fit in, that I learned how to appear “normal,” I learned how to adapt myself to not be the “crazy” girl, to not be the “sick” one. I studied those who didn’t have the struggles I did, and I tried to mimic them, their behaviors, their looks, their attitudes, I became a chameleon. Along the way I lost sight of myself, of who I was, of what made me… ME. This was one of the most detrimental things I had ever done in my quest for “normalcy,” because I became a shell of a person with a thousand masks that changed depending upon my surroundings or my company. No one got to know the real me, no one was allowed to see the identity hidden deep within. This allowed me to keep everyone at a safe distance, to keep them from seeing just how bad it truly was, seeing just how much I hated myself.

 I spent so many years ashamed of my struggles, of my diseases that I worked tirelessly to cover them up, to pretend like they weren’t there, to be “happy.” I spent so much time hiding away my truth, never allowing anyone the chance to see the real me, to love the real me, to accept the real me. I had convinced myself that it wasn’t possible for people to love me, that I wasn’t deserving of the love and respect I have seen so many others receive. I have convinced myself of so many terrible things, I have poisoned my mind against myself, I have repeatedly sent the message to the Universe that I am UNWORTHY, that I am BROKEN, I am UNLOVEABLE.

The time for hiding is over, the time for pretending is gone, the time for shame is no more. It is time to shatter the masks, to reveal my true identity, to get comfortable in my own skin. It is time to get honest with myself and with the world. It is time to give people a chance to get to know and love me for who I truly am inside.

I spend far too many nights scared & alone, lost in my triggers, crying because once again my PTSD has taken over. I spend far too many days hiding in my house because I am too scared of the outside world, because I so deeply fear what others will say or think of me. I spend far too much of my life consumed with these never-ending thoughts of feeling unworthy, of feeling broken, of feeling so many terrible things. So much of my life is spent in a state of fear that I end up missing out on so much, I miss out on grand adventures, I miss out on relationships, I lose friendships, I miss out on life.  I have spent so much time locked in the prison I have created. My anxiety is so bad is causing these seizure-like episodes, which has cost me the ability to drive. I hold so much tension, so much of my stress in that my body in a constant state of pain. There are days where I can’t even get out of bed from the pain being so severe, days where I just want to throw in the towel and give up. There are days where I have 10 or more anxiety or panic attacks. Most nights I am lucky if I am able to get 2 hours of sleep throughout the entire night. Half of the time is spent waking up, shooting straight up, looking around in a panic, taking several minutes to realize where I am, to realize I am safe in my bed, to realize nothing and no one is hurting me. I have been so hard on my body, from my years of trying to kill myself, my years of just not caring, my years of trying to silence the pain, and it is all catching up to me now.

This past year I have gotten very honest with myself, I have worked on shifting my mindset, I have focused on the ways in which I use my words, on the messages I have been sending to the Universe. I have put an emphasis on the foods I eat, on the products I use, on the people I surround myself with, on so many things. I have changed so many things in my life and will continue to change until I reach the life I seek. While I have worked incredibly hard in the last few years to regain the control over my life, to truly start the recovery process, to heal, I still have quite a way to go. However, I will not give up, as I have now had a taste of true happiness, of hope, of the life I have always sought. No longer will I hide away, no longer will I pretend to be something or someone I am not. While I am far from healing, I am proud of the progress I have made so far. I can say that with each day everything improves.

As Always,

My Beautiful Baddass Unicorn Phoenix Goddesses I Hope You Have A Magical Day!

What Online Dating Has Taught Me About Myself

I have been doing the whole online dating scene on and off for some years now and it is the most confounding thing to me. I don’t think I am made for online dating or even dating in this day in and age. Most people on those sites just want casual, no one truly wants to date, despite most of them saying they do. I am not meant for this type of dating as I am serial relationship person. I am the type who falls HARD & QUICK. I want to be wooed, I want to be taken on dates (REAL DATES- not NETFLIX & CHILL, Dates where you KNOW they are a date), I want to feel like I am important enough to be more than just some hangout sesh, to experience the excitement of dating. Yet, that seems like an impossible request these days.

I also do not think I am quite cut out for the online dating scene as I do not understand how one can go on multiple dates with different people, I mean I am not knocking those who do, it is just not something I am wired to do. I talk to various people from the sites that I am on, but once I make plans to meet up with someone from the site, I tend to put everyone else on the back burner, I will maintain contact with them, but will put off meeting them. I like to give whomever it is or was that I met up with a chance to see where it goes, without it getting complicated by another person.

This certainly sets me up for disappointment and some definite heartache, because while I am willing to give this person a chance, the time and attention I feel is right, they may not be doing the same for me, nor do I really expect them to. As the way in which I approach online dating is vastly different than most. While I value communication greatly, I am not so good at voicing my wants, needs, or concerns, as my past with abusive partners makes me quite nervous and makes it quite difficult to ask what I should be asking. I also understand this is not a healthy habit to have, but it is not the easiest of habits to break. I am not a fan of confrontation, although I do not know anyone who is, so I would rather just bide my time and ride it out. Eventually things will progress into some sort of direction, be that into an actual relationship, or one or even both of us, saying “hey this isn’t really working.”

I think for online dating or even dating in general to truly work for me I have to become more confident in my own voice, in being like “Hey, just so you know I am not planning to meet up with anyone else, as I want to see where this goes. This however, doesn’t mean I expect you to do the same, but merely just letting you know this is how I do the whole online dating things” or “Hey, I don’t know what you’re looking for, but if you just want something casual, this will not work, as casual is not my thing.” It really just boils down to being able to be honest, to vocalizing what I want or need, I also need to stop settling for things that I do not want. This is something I need to work on in every aspect of my life not just when it comes to dating.

As always,

My Beautiful Baddass Unicorn Phoenix Goddesses I Hope You Have A Magical Day!

I Loved You, But Not In The Way You Loved Me


I loved you,
But not in the way you loved me…

I loved you without fear,
I loved you without judgement,
I loved you without expectations.

My love for you was pure,
My love for you was innocent,
My love for you was unconditional.

You didn’t love me,
Not like I loved you….

You loved the idea of me,
You loved the fantasy you created,
You loved a woman I would never be,

Your love for me was riddled with lies,
Your love for me was ravaged with anger,
Your love for me was brimming with fear,

I loved you,
But not in the way you loved me…

I loved the idea of building a life together,
I loved the idea of creating memories together,
I loved the idea of growing old together.

My love for you knew no bounds,
My love for you was built upon a bed of trust,
My love for you was your saving grace.

You didn’t love me,
Not like I loved you…

You loved your parties and your alcohol more,
You loved your cars and your games more,
You loved all these material things more,

Your love for me was caustic,
Your love for me was false,
Your love for me was not love.

I loved you,
But now I love myself.

Now I am learning

To love myself without fear,
To love myself unconditionally,
To love myself without judgments,
To love myself without expectations,
To love myself as fiercely as I once did you,

Now

I AM finding myself,
I AM finding my voice,
I AM finding my power,
I AM finding out how to be alone,
I AM finding my place in this world….

I may not love myself in the ways I loved you,
But I am getting closer every day,

I loved you,
I will always love you,
But you will never love me,
Not like I did you….

Yet, I hold no anger or ill will towards you,
I am grateful for our time together,
I learned many valuable lessons from it.

As Always,

My Beautiful Baddass Unicorn Phoenix Goddesses I Hope You Have A Magical Day!

Finding True Relief

For just over 21 years I have lived with and battled various serious health problems, which have maintained a pretty extensive chokehold on me, on my life, on my outlook, on everything. At a very young age I was diagnosed with PTSD then Anxiety (in all its forms), ADHD, Borderline Personality Disorder, and Bipolar. There was a point in my life where I tried to take my own life 3 times a day, for 6 months straight. I would wake up try to kill myself, fail, go to school, come home, try to take my life again, fail once more, go to work, come home, and try one more time before going to sleep for the night. I would wake up the next day bawling because I was still alive, I would be begging God, the Gods and Goddesses I believed in from my Pagan beliefs, begging them to end my pain, to end my suffering. It was a very dark time in my life, but that darkness never really went away, it more or less it went dormant for a while. Everyone who knew me during any point in my life, knew that my entire goal in life was to join the Navy. I worked my whole life to join, it was the one thing that got me through that darkness, I know it is the reason I was never successful in my attempts, because more than anything I wanted to be a sailor just like my grandpa was. My family jokes that my first words were GO NAVY. Despite my hurdles, my struggles, I worked my ass off to graduate early, to get myself in shape and ready for the Navy, I worked really hard to gain control over my mental health, I did everything I could to prepare myself. I felt great in the months leading up to my leaving for basic. I was so excited for the Navy, I felt better than I had felt in years, it was amazing. In my heart and soul, the Navy was my ticket out, it was the answer to all my prayers. About a month before leaving I has been raped, but I didn’t want that to hinder or delay my leaving, so I told no one, I bottled it up, and kept my focus on the military. Well, that backfired on me and I had a total nervous breakdown while in basic, and I had to make the hardest decision I have ever made, this was also after having my ankle snapped over a curb on the 3rd day then getting so sick I was bed ridden for 3 straight days. All of this was a sign, a sign that as much as I wanted to be in the Navy, it was not meant to be. I had signed up for 8 years right off the bat, had work my whole life for this, and I had to GIVE IT UP. That broke me in ways I am still recovering from, I have never felt so disappointed in myself, I have never felt like such a failure, I have never felt as low as I did that moment. For years I have carried the shame of not being enough, of not having it in me to succeed in the Navy, to not be able to achieve my dreams.

About 5 years ago still riddled with guilt and serious shame over the Navy, working 2 jobs and still not being able to make ends meet, having 15+ panic attacks a day, and having several nervous breakdowns, including one at work that was so bad that someone had to drive me home when they found me in the bathroom under the baby changing station shaking and inconsolable, I ended up having to quit working completely. That day I felt part of my soul die, I felt so hopeless, so helpless, so worthless. For the first year or so I spiraled deeper into my diseases, deeper into my darkness, I pushed everyone away who I could, I was in and out of hospitals, I cut myself for the first time in over 7 years, I lost myself, my hope, my everything. I had given up, I saw no point to going on. I had been dealing with these diseases for so long, they had also started to take a toll on my physically. My back and body were giving up on me as well, there were days where I was in so much pain I couldn’t even get out of bed, not that I wanted to anyway. I wouldn’t wish this suffering upon anyone.

I became homeless at one point, bounced form couch to couch, relied heavily on my friends to take me in, to take pity on me, to take care of me. It felt horrible, I felt like nothing more than a burden. That time cost me friendships, relationships, cost me my independence. It cost me everything, I lost my ability to drive because I developed seizures linked to my panic attacks. My already terrible sleep got that much worse and I was lucky to even get 1 hour a night. I was afraid to leave my house, I ended up developing agoraphobia pretty severe. I couldn’t do anything alone, couldn’t talk on the phone, I couldn’t function. It was 3 years into this I received my wake-up call. Once again, I found myself back in the psych hospital, this time I was there for over 1 month because I had nowhere left to go, no one left to stay with, I had exhausted all my resources, only 2 people came to visit me during that entire time I was there. It was during that stint that I made a PROMISE to myself I was going to get better, I was going to recover, I was going to overcome this, I was going to get my independence back.

Here we are 2 years later after a lot of hard work, a ton of soul work, a lot of blood sweat and tears, overcoming an abusive marriage, I am can say I am truly on the road to recovery. I have tried just about every medication under the sun, I have been in an out of therapy for years but most of that didn’t help me. They really just numbed the pain, they put band aids on it, or they provided temporary relief, but it never felt like true relief. I discovered CBD and that helped far more than anything else had up to that point without any crazy side effects, but even then, it didn’t make me feel as amazing as I do now. I discovered Smart Coffee and the Choclevate through my friend Amanda and without even trying the products I joined her in the company because I had seen the difference it had made in her life, and I wanted to experience that. In my heart I knew this was going to help me, so I ordered my Chocolevate the same day I joined the company and waited no so patiently for it to arrive.

It finally arrived at the perfect time as I was in a really bad place. I was super depressed, and my anxiety was through the roof, so I excitedly took it out of its package, put one scoop in a cup of hot water and began to drink it. Almost instantly I felt a difference, it was like this massive fog had been lifted from me, I felt like I could think clearly for the first time in my ENTIRE LIFE! As I kept drinking the effects became even more evident, I felt my anxiety melt away, I felt my the light filter back in and take over my depression, the shakes I had developed from years of being on and off antipsychotics had all but ceased (I have never got more than 20 minutes without some part of my body shaking), I felt REAL TRUE RELIEF! This didn’t feel like a band aid, this didn’t feel like a temporary fix, this actually made me feel HUMAN again. This took all those years of suffering, all those years of pain, of everything and made it feel like it was truly going to be a thing of the past. I nearly broke down in tears because I honestly never thought I could feel this good, I didn’t think it was possible for me to feel this kind of relief, to feel this amazing. I am still flabbergasted that this worked with only 1 DOSE! I am 1,000% HOOKED & I will tell everyone who is willing to listen about this product and how life changing it is. I look forward to getting the rest of my life back, I look forward to regaining my true independence, I look forward to the financial success this will bring me, I look forward to all the amazing changes this is going to bring to my life as I continue to take it and expand to our other products. These products truly are LIFE CHANGING, and I am so grateful for them, for what they are giving to me. As I write this, I am fighting tears because for the first time in 21 years I can truly say that I am GENUIELY HAPPY, and not from being MANIC. Even my best friend of over 15 years who has seen me at my lowest of lows and my highest of highs, noticed a difference in me. She said the most profound thing to me, she told me that I sounded like I did when I was properly medicated for my health problems, she had goosebumps because she could hear the difference. She told me I sounded truly happy and not manic, I sounded stable, I wasn’t babbling, speaking super-fast, or anything like that.

I cannot wait to purchase our newest product, Hemplevate, because it takes all the amazing benefits of CBD, while adding some of its own healing properties as well. Unlike CBD Oil, you will absorb 100% of it, as opposed to the 20% absorption rate of CBD oil. This is because our Hemp Oil is water soluble which means it dissolves in water, so you’re not wasting any product. Plus unlike CBD which only uses 1or 2 our product uses the full spectrum of Phytocannabinoids.

Giving Yourself Permission To Be A Little Selfish- Implementing Self-Care Into Your Daily Routine.

What does Self-Care mean to you? What are the ways in which you practice Self-Care, if you even do at all?

To some it is taking a long bath with candles, special soaps, and music. To others it is spending all day in bed watching Netflix in your PJ’s eating your favorite comfort foods. To others it is daily workouts & meditation. What Self-Care means to each person will vary greatly, but Self-Care is something that so many of us struggle with, myself included, it is something that we always wind up putting on the back burner. We all understand the need and the importance for it, but we always make an excuse for why we cannot do it.

So much of our life we are taught to be selfless, to take care of others first, to put the wants and needs of others above our own. The only exception to this is in the event of something going wrong on a plane, in which you are told to put your oxygen mask on first, then help others. That is something that goes against what we know, to many it feels quite wrong. We spend years teaching ourselves that we are not allowed to spend time on ourselves, that is it selfish, that we do not have time for us. I myself, spent so much of my life doing all that I could for others, I sacrificed so much of myself for others, I always put myself at the bottom of my priority list, that I fell further and further into my depression, I tumbled deeper into the madness, I lost myself in the darkness. I put every ounce of myself into helping others achieve their hopes, their dreams, their successes, I stood by them helping them to thrive, while I withered away myself. I based my value, my time, my worth around them. One by one, they moved on with their lives, they found someone or something else, while I was left feeling a bit more empty each time, I was left feeling lost, feeling dismayed. They got exactly what they needed, while I got nothing, I lost sight of myself. It was quite disheartening to say the least, to realize that I spent so much of my life taking care of others, I didn’t even know how to take care of my own self anymore, I didn’t know what I WANTED, what were my HOPES, my DREAMS, what made my heart SOAR. I spent so much time helping others chase their own hopes and dreams, helping them get all that they wanted, and all of that became so ingrained in my life, so intertwined that it mingled deeply within my personality that I could no longer discern what was mine and what was imprints from all those who I have given myself, given my energy, given my time to. There’s a quote by Christopher Walken that so perfectly sums up the importance of self-care especially as a light worker which has quickly become a mantra of mine.

walken quote

This last year plus I have done a lot of soul-searching, self-development as well as made a major point to spend more time on self-care, because I understand that I am of no use to anyone if I do not first take care of myself. During my life I would get all hyped up, throw myself completely into projects, into relationships, into whatever I could, but I never took any real time for myself, which would in turn lead to me getting hardcore burned out. I would start off motivated, unstoppable, with all this hope, all this energy, only to end up with no energy, discouraged beyond words and leaving things unfinished. This only made me feel worse about myself, I felt so dejected, like I couldn’t be relied on, like I was a failure. It discouraged me to no end, to continually go through these brief points of great success only to be followed by long periods of doing nothing. By switching my focus to a self-care based routine instead of all work all day, I have found that I am far more productive, far more joyful, far more inspired, and in general feeling much better.

To me, what I do for self-care varies based off the day I am having, off the mood I am, the ways in which I feel. Now I make a point to work out every single day no matter how busy or tired I am, even if I can only get in 5 minutes of exercise I feel great. I am working on reintegrating a daily meditation/mindfulness practice. I make a point to connect with myself, to check in with my emotions, to show gratitude on a regular basis. I have also drastically overhauled my diet which has helped me feel better than I ever thought possible. For me self-care has become an essential part of my daily routine. My life as a whole has become all about the balance between Mind, Body, & Soul, about making sure I put just as much emphasis into rest and relaxation as I do into work.

When trying to implement a Self-Care routine into your life, start off simple, schedule 5 minutes a day to do something that makes you happy, that relaxes you, that helps you to connect with yourself. This can be a quick walk, doing some yoga, meditation, watching a funny video, it can be whatever you want. The point here is to just take a few minutes for yourself. What started out as a struggle to take even 5 minutes to myself a few times a week has become a daily 20 minute-1 hour part of my routine in which I just be with myself, I do what makes me feel good, what helps me to connect with my higher self, with what relaxes me, with what keeps me in the moment.

As Always,

My Beautiful Badass Unicorn Phoenix Goddesses, Have A Magical Day!

Connecting To My Power Through Masturbation

As part of this new journey I am on, where I am focusing on loving myself completely, there is one area in which I struggle with greatly. That would be SEX & MASTURBATION. Masturbation has always been a very sort of taboo subject, especially for women to discuss, but it was never one I shied away from. I had always been very open about my sexuality, about my likes, my dislikes, about my masturbation habits. To me, sex and masturbation are perfectly natural and we all do it or want to do it (unless of course you’re are Asexual, in which case you don’t feel the same inclinations we do. Which there is nothing wrong with either, as we all have our preferences), but society is still very much hush hush about sex and masturbation. It weird though, because I am still very open about my sexual fantasies, my masturbation, and all that extra curricular activity, but the actual act of masturbation has changed so much for me over the last several years as has the pleasure I derive from it.

Sex for me has always been a bit of a complicated endeavor, as I am the type who cannot get off without an emotional connection to my partner. Yet, masturbation for me was never really a struggle, that part was always easy for me. I loved it, I relished in pleasuring myself, in connecting with myself, in bringing myself to climax. I loved exploring my own body, I loved touching myself, I loved every aspect of masturbation. I loved getting new toys, loved trying new methods, loved the art of discovery. I remember a point in my life when I didn’t need the assistance of toys (albeit, I enjoyed them, but they weren’t essential to my pleasure), of partner filled fantasies, of videos, of all this other stuff to get me aroused. To me, masturbation was the best part of my day. It helped to relieve stress, it helped me sleep, helped me to wake up in the morning, it helped me with so many different things. I will openly admit that I masturbate at least once a day, if not many times most days. Masturbation has always been an essential part of my daily routine, but it doesn’t bring me the same levels of pleasure it once did. Something happened in the last few years to me and now I just cannot seem to gain any sort of real lasting pleasure without assistance of some sort. Even when I do gain pleasure, it isn’t the same as it was, it is such a struggle and it never really lasts that long, and I certainly don’t climax. Some of the things that kills me the most is all my sexual fantasies involve a partner of some sort, is that my own fingers do nothing for me anymore, and my toys barely do anything. I am really good at sexting and if I choose to masturbate while sexting, then I can generally get myself off pretty damn well, but when it is just me with myself, no fantasy, no messages, no pictures I cannot get the job done. Somehow along the way I became so focused on pleasing my partners, so stuck on the idea that true pleasure could only come from a partner that I forgot how to please myself. I forgot what felt good, what felt right, what my own touch felt like, I forgot what it was like to be the one who made my vagina wet.

Now, most times when I masturbate I hardly ever even get wet, which had never been an issue for me in the past. During these last several years, I have been put through the ringer emotionally and physically and all of that has taken a serious toll on who I am at my core. Where I once found so much enjoyment from masturbation, now I am so self-conscious that I can’t truly get into it. Where I once was able to take myself all the way to climax with my fingers, now my fingers feel foreign to me, they feel unsure, they feel almost disconnected. This struggle has left me feeling broken, discouraged, and dissatisfied, and quite frankly frustrated and fed the fuck up. Men do not realize how dang easy they have it when it comes to masturbation or the struggle that we women face. Masturbation doesn’t hold the same joy it once did for me, but I want to get back to the woman I was before all this, the woman who was unapologetically herself, the one who enjoyed pleasuring herself, the one who had a deep connection to her higher self.

I know much of my struggles comes from the fallout from my abusive marriage, as that rocked me to my very core. It was not physically abusive, but emotionally, and during that time I lost all myself, lost my confidence, my voice, my power, my everything. It has been a long journey over this past year plus to put the pieces back together, to find myself, to reclaim my power, to silence the voices he created. I also know much of it comes from this insane idea that I must have a partner to climax. Which is beyond ridiculous I know, but at this point I am unsure how to retrain my brain to believe otherwise. I used to be a pretty dominate take charge kind of personality, especially in the bedroom, and I have always much preferred the more dominate roles, but that marriage took that from me. It turned me into someone meek, someone unsure of themselves, someone who questioned every aspect of who they were. I want to regain my power, my presence, my confidence.

So NOW….

I am on a mission.

I am on a mission to reclaim my SEXUAL POWER, to be able to PLEASURE MYSELF again. A mission that will help me to reconnect with myself, that will help me to manifest my desires, a mission that will help many different aspects of my life. I know that when we, especially as women, embrace and are unapologetic about our sexuality amazing things happen. I am on a mission to pleasure myself without the use of outside sources, tools, or anything. It is my mission to be able to get myself off using only my fingers and to rebuild that connection and that deep understanding I had with my body.

 

As Always,

My Beautiful Badass Unicorn Phoenix Goddesses, I Hope You Have A Magical Day!

A Letter To My Past Lovers

I loved you for all the wrong reasons at all the right times.

I loved you because there was a time when you made my darkness a little bit brighter.

I loved you because there was a time when you made my pain a little bit more bearable.

I loved you because even if only for a few moments you silenced the voices that tore me down.

I loved you because there was a time when you waltzed with my demons.

I loved you because you made me feel such wonderous things.

I loved you because you made me feel whole.

I loved you because you made me feel beautiful.

I loved you because you gave me the things in which I couldn’t give to myself.

Yet, many of the reasons I loved you, faded away over time….

Instead of brightening my darkness, you added to it.

Instead of easing my pain, you made it worse.

Instead of silenced the voices, you created some new ones.

Instead of waltzing with my demons, you became one of them.

Instead of giving the wondrous things, you gave me heartache, self-doubt, anguish.

Instead of making me feel whole, you made me feel broken.

Instead of making me feel beautiful, you made me feel ugly and unworthy.

You gave me so much, you left with me with so much,

But beyond the bad, beyond the pain, beyond the heartache,

You gave me something else.

You gave me lessons to be learned.

You gave me power to be gained.

You game me a voice with which to be heard.

You gave me strength to persevere.

You gave me courage to fight for myself.

My dear lovers, I do not regret our time together, for regrets are such silly pointless things to me…

I am grateful to each of you for the invaluable changes you brought to my life.

As Always,

My Beautiful Badass Unicorn Phoenix Goddesses, I Hope You Have A Magical Day!