Sabi

I write, draw, paint, sing, play my guitar and try to love others because I know I am dearly and endlessly loved and many of us are hurt and trampled and end up hurting others because no one chose to love us... But I believe we are all here to teach each other about the goodness that exists in this world and to evolve as a race to greater acts of love, compassion, and sacrifice... including and not limited to loving the earth and animals that are all around us that we have forgotten to watch after. I have been singing since I can remember and I really want to encourage others who suffer that they are not alone in their suffering, there is someone who understands and can help you get past the suffering and not just survive but to live and thrive and bring joy and healing to others as well.

Keeping Up

It feels like I am hiding but I have little grasp that from which I am hiding. My guitar is collecting dust. My home is a mess mostly because I don’t really feel safe to take out the trash and the fact that the landlord refused to unclog our second toilet just makes me hate […]

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I’m Scared

It’s 12:06 AM and I have no idea how to say what I want to say. Everything feels trite or like I’m crying and whining and pathetic. If I think about it hard enough to try to justify it all I feel despair. Is it right that people like me, those of us who feel

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Stuck In My Head

Do you ever wake up with a song stuck in your head? Before I go on sorry for not posting in so long. Life has yet again gotten to be a bit much. Sometimes I wonder if that is just my curse for coping with CPTSD but at any rate back to my original thought.

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Titles n Stuff

The world has been in pain for years. I guess a lot of people don’t care until it hits home. I talked about this a bit on my last podcast but I never feel like I have enough words for everything that rolls around in my head. Sometimes, I get upset with myself when I

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