Saturday, December 30, 2023
Journaling Through The Years, Ep. 85: The One With The Male Creatures #r...
2023 A Retrospective #lookingbackissteppingforward #healing #release
Always remember, as I say in my "Journal" vlog series,
You matter, Your life matters, You are loved, & You Are Worthy Of Love.
And, my ultimate wish for you in the new year and always is, to
Love Your Thrive & Find Your Sunshine
Journaling Through The Years, Ep. 84: What Is Love, No Really, I Wanna K...
Cafe-Girl Thriving Artists, LLC 2023 Memory Reel #lookingback #steppingf...
Wednesday, December 27, 2023
How We Thrive, Ep. 6: Asela Lee Kemper #poet #author #thrivingartist
Saturday, December 23, 2023
Journaling Through The Years, Ep. 83: Walks To Remember
Thursday, December 14, 2023
Sobriety 4/25/23 #recovery #gettingsober
Love addiction is characterized by obsession, compulsive behaviors, anxiety, and negative life consequences as a result of romantic interest. Love addiction is a form of dysfunctional love. Although it was first discussed in the 1970s, it has not been well studied.
Love addiction is characterized by obsession, compulsive behaviors, anxiety, and negative life consequences as a result of romantic interest. Love addiction is a form of dysfunctional love. Although it was first discussed in the 1970s, it has not been well studied.
How does one recover from such an addiction?
Is it to commit 'emotional anorexia', to starve oneself completely of any such enjoyment that may lead to acting out?
One step at a time, one breath at a time, one day at a time.
Sunday, December 10, 2023
Journaling Through The Years, Ep.82: Affecting Or Effecting? #relivemych...
Thursday, December 7, 2023
Everybody Else's Girl No More
From in the shadow she calls
And in the shadow she finds a way, finds a way
And in the shadow she crawls
I was born my Father's Daughter, an agreement decided upon not of my arranging. As I grew from toddler's first shoes, to braces, the first period and awkward adolescence, my heart led me to become another man's, or rather a boy's, possession. Through all of high school this was the ongoing reality, even when the boy whose lasso had captured my heart was not willing or free to afford me the label of 'girlfriend', rather to return my affections, my heart, my soul always his.
I was 'everybody else's girl' but never my own.
Into college, I went, traveling down avenues of rocky love into the beds of undeserving men, love unrequited, clutching, hoping for security without. My college boyfriend was a real piece of work, a bit on the charismatic side but with a darker side afflicted by his own demons of addiction. Manipulation and, yes, anger were his tools to subdue, to maintain control, and I allowed it, hoping this would lead me to security, despite my increasing misery.
Again, I was 'everybody else's girl' but never my own.
Following him, I ended up within the confines of the church, mainstream Christianity, and what brought to me the appearance of what I had been longing, finally home, unconditional love, security without. Freeing myself from the destruction of the college boyfriend, I flung myself headfirst into the organization of conservative Christianity and all its trappings. But down that rabbit hole, I discovered once again the element of patriarchal control, domination, silencing, subdue, with unending promises of God's eternal love never quite attaining.
Again, I was 'everybody else's girl' but never my own.
A mental break-down finally burst open my life from years of striving, trying, to please...being everybody else's girl. In the early years of painful realization and suffering, feeling hopeless, yet through the struggles, I would discover that truly the only way out is through, not just my own darkness within but that which surrounded without.
Again, I was 'everybody else's girl' but never my own.
Leaving the confines of the church yet unknown, the man who was my first love and then would become my ex-husband, returned once again into my life in a fury of love-bombing passion. My father's arm led me down the aisle, depositing me at his feet as an object to exchange, bartering not the physical but the emotional worth of my soul.
Again, I was 'everybody else's girl' but never my own.
Not so wedded bliss would fall upon me a mere few months later than the entanglement of the bridal bed. The man who doted upon me with bombs of love now stood over me in rage, blaming, firing accusations as well as whatever physical object was closest, pinning me on the bed, leering over my tiny, cowering frame against the wall, rage mixing with paranoia coming from his spitting lips...somehow, deep down, this 'everybody else's girl' said, "Enough! No more!"
Screaming, on Oscar Sunday 2013, on our front stoop, snot and tears mingling down my face, "Go, you want to go, then go", he turned fearful, pleading, but truly I was done.
That moment was only the true beginning, the cutting away of the years of being another's possession, an object to play with, then exchange. As the days tumbled forth into months, then years, I would continue the journey of purging out that which sought to bind, building myself up with words of love from within and without, the difference being I learned to listen to myself first, to trust in my own worthiness of love, my own value, soaring, soaring into new depths of revelation, my truest self.
Everybody Else's Girl No More, Truly My Own. At Last.
Everybody else's girl
Maybe one day she'll be her own
Saturday, December 2, 2023
Journaling Through The Years, Ep. 81: The B#$*@$ Is In Heat, Pt.5 #reli...
Tuesday, November 28, 2023
A Letter To My Ex-Husband #intimatepartnerviolence #domesticabuse #survivortothriver
For My Ex-Husband,
I have seen you around town a couple times of recent, thus, I take it that you are now living here again. Thus, it is vitally important that I express the truth of who I am and what you are to me now.
I am not who I was when I knew you before and during our marriage. When we were together, you attempted to silence, nullify, control me. In a blinding rage our of your sheer paranoia and low self esteem, you sought to undermine, use, and abuse. All this, while I paid all the bills, kept the cabinets full of the food you requested, cooked, cleaned, tried my best to appease, console, your various medical complaints and concerns. That's right, if you recall, I got you an MRI near Salem and took time off work to drive you there. Yet, nothing ever was good enough. The more I bent over backward, the more you raged on, blaming me for everything. In the briefest of moments, you were the sweet man I fell in love with, suddenly sharply turning into the darkest of nightmares, feeling emotionally trapped akin to the time you physically pinned me against the wall screaming over me whilst I sobbed.
Yeah, that's the truth of it. No matter how you try to lie it away, deceiving others, placing the blame on myself and others continuously, that won't work for me anymore.
After I, sobbing, kicked you out of my life, that fateful Oscar Sunday 2013, tears streaming down my face, on our doorstep, then a few days later, filed a restraining order, my life has continued upwards, despite minor setbacks of other emotional abuse. .
For the last ten years and counting, I live with the most loyal, sympathetic, and lovingly patient life partner. He has his share of struggles but he makes up for it in his willingness to grow, evolve, and I love him for that. A few years ago, we came to a dark impasse in our relationship, which almost broke us, but a depth of love beckoned us to continue, to help each other heal, to listen, to hold, to grow, to evolve. We have two adorable kitty cats, a beautiful home with an outstanding view many remark upon and I never tire of, and a wonderful community of creative and supportive friends, a chosen family.
I have an amazing sporty, safe, little red Chevrolet sonic, as well as a little Kia Rio. I have an active garden where I harvest food from the land.
Since 2016, I have evolved from 'just' an actress to life as an indie film-maker and together with some beautiful friends have created a wide body of work, available far and wide, for viewing, including the story I talked about when we were together. The character from that story, Jane, then Romana, helped me awaken, lost girl no more. In addition, I have been actively a part of many theatre and film productions across Northern California and throughout Oregon. I have made a very successful and budding career as a professional art model. I could go on...
But, what I want to express is this, not only have I achieved my dreams, I have gone beyond all that I could ever imagine possible. I have found my inner strength, purpose, and peace. I know now completely I am worthy of love, of all types, that I am worthy of the positive loyal friends who have stood by me, walked with me, throughout all the highs and lows, whose presence is a reminder of that love, of never giving up. No longer do I awake with night terrors, no more do I feel the need to look over my shoulder when going about my life, no more do I shudder when a door, a cabinet is closed a little too hard, or when a glass is accidentally broken.
I mean...I have changed so much, I am wiccan now...I've been on stage across this valley, I've been in films across this state, I am a youtuber now, I have a podcast, I'm an art model...what have they (you) done with their(your) lives(life)?--Alina from Real
At present, I am finally birthing the story of 'our time' together, a long sought hopeful intention. But, this story is not for you, nor is it truly your story. This is my story, for me, as well as for others that you both directly and inadvertently abused and thus continue to do. This story is for them, for others in the world who have experienced love, heartbreak, abuse, and found themselves, and for me. The lessons learned for me are just that, through the heartbreak, the abuse, I found love of myself, love from others, and the strength of will to persevere. No longer a survivor, a thriver.
Like Dorothy from The Wizard Of Oz, I prevail, standing up against the abuser, liquifying their resolve, for my personal best and that of others. I will never fail to do just that, for my own good and for the benefit of society.
In therapy, I am working through my trauma, from you as well as others, to unlearn the lies you sought to wound with, to heal so that you, or any other abuser, will not live rent-free within my mind any longer. Nor will the lies you screamed over me. You don't deserve the time of anguish and anxiety any longer. I am working so that when I see you again, you will no longer be an ongoing concern to me, no longer cause a fear reaction causing momentarily inaction. No, I am working so that you will no longer exist to me. Sure, I hold a space of love for you somewhere far away in a distant past, long ago, at that café, but that is all you will ever be. Others from that time of life, I will always willingly make time for, re-connect with tenderness of love and gratitude.
Yet, you are not deserving of that treatment. One who sought to destroy could not, did not, and will never.
I have dreams, now that you're not lying
Next to me
I can sleep, I can rest in peace
I'm not tossing and turning on your bed of nails
I'm not burning up like I'm in hell
I can sleep
Now that I don't have you
Now that I don't have you
Maybe someday I'll love as others do
And wake up one morning to skies of blue
But I won't be with you
Thursday, November 2, 2023
I AM FINE Teaser Trailer FT. Jake Edwards "A Coming Out Song" #LGBTQAI #...
Grief Is Grief #parasocialrelationship #suzannesomers #richardmoll #matthewperry
Friday, October 20, 2023
FanGirlHour: Always Look On The Bright Side Of Life & Other Python Teachings