Yesterday’s full moon was hard for me. It was intense. It came at the end of a long day full of frustrations. I even cried during my ritual, and I HATE crying. I ended up working with Persephone, quite by accident, last night and the synchronicities can’t be ignored. Things are not ideal, but then, they never are. You gotta make every situation your bitch. That fear you’re feeling? That’s growth, that’s your sovereignty developing so you can rule. You don’t like pictures? Post all those dumb selfies until your blue in the face and it doesn’t sting so much anymore. Hate public speaking? Exclaim your thoughts from the rooftops until you find your real, true voice underneath all the bullshit you pile on top of yourself to keep others away. Be fearless, but more than that, be WILD and fearless, and be raw. Grow your queendom through berries and brambles and dirt and spiders and all the wild things. This is my season. Who’s with me?
Some girl in my class was saying how its weird that companies dont support abusers even after they said sorry and I was like I have PTSD no amount of sorry is gonna fix that??? and i feel real ashamed about it but idk why. I shouldnt. People shouldnt be able to say shit like that and survivors carry the burden of shame. Also i hate this pic but my husband loves it. Im just having a bad day. Hows your day?