Becoming
Essays about transformation, rupture, and self-definition. Pieces that mark thresholds, reclaim power, and choose forward motion—where endings ignite clarity, and identity is reforged through intention, fire, and resolve.
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A Spoonful of Sugar: The First Inoculation
What begins as a poem born from guilt becomes an unexpected lesson in love, healing, and surrender. Between a spoonful of sugar, a first inoculation, and William Blake’s poisonous tree, I begin to wonder whether the shadow was ever truly the enemy—or whether we are the ones poisoning the people we are capable of becoming. Continue reading
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Past the Point of No Return
Somewhere between fantasy and reality, passion and safety, something shifted. I went to New Jersey wondering what I felt for Big Spender and returned irrevocably changed. Perhaps The Phantom of the Opera had been playing in my head for a reason. Without realizing it, I had crossed a threshold—and suddenly, there were no backward glances. Continue reading
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What Ayahuasca Taught Me About Loving You
After traveling alone to Brazil for an ayahuasca ceremony deep in the jungle, I expected spiritual awakening, visions, perhaps even healing. What I did not expect was to confront the devastating truth about the man I had spent years hopelessly loving — or the role I had played in my own suffering. Through psychedelic revelations,… Continue reading
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The Morning Mists of Becoming: The Seine at Giverny Meets the Streets of I’On
Beneath Monet skies and Charleston mist, I remembered myself—not as water or air, but the storm. Dancing through rain and revelation, I said yes to becoming, trusting that nature, instinct, and destiny were finally aligned. Continue reading
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Remember Who You Are
The Universe reminded me who I am — not by granting permission, but by recognizing my voice. In that moment, the fog lifted, the huntress returned, and I understood: I was never lost. I was only waiting to remember my power. Continue reading
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The Red Brick Road from Perfectionism to the Wicked Cunt of Crazy
Once, control masqueraded as survival. Now, healing means choosing peace over perfection. This is the story of unlearning cruelty toward myself, reclaiming my body, and refusing to let impossible standards dictate my worth ever again. Continue reading
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Bold Enough to Jump: Redefining Success on Your Own Terms
When you stop chasing the version of success you were handed and start trusting your own instincts, clarity follows. Choosing yourself is terrifying—but it’s also the moment fear and excitement become indistinguishable. Continue reading
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Quotes Written on My Soul
Words that lodged themselves in my bones—borrowed courage, inherited defiance, and reminders of who I am when I forget. These are the voices that shaped my becoming and taught me how to live out loud. Continue reading
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The Day That Changed Everything — A Journey Toward Self-Discovery
One red SUV with a lot of personality. One unexpected country song. One moment that shattered everything I thought I knew about myself — and began the lifelong pursuit of who I really am. Continue reading
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The Art of Burning and Becoming
Some endings don’t ask for patience—they demand fire. When love decays into harm, I choose the burn, the release, and the rebirth that follows. What survives the flames is not loss, but clarity, strength, and the courage to become someone new. Continue reading
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“Do you ever have a cruel streak?”: A Moment of Uncomfortable Self-Reflection
I don’t lose my temper loudly. I give chances, I draw lines, and when one is crossed, I respond with precision—not cruelty. My anger is disciplined, deliberate, and impossible to ignore. Continue reading