are you addicted to your past?

Hi Friends,

How is 2013 treating you so far? Have you welcomed it willingly? Of course you’re excited about the new year because it can mean the beginning of a new and better ending for the story of you. A new you!

A new me. Yes! With each year it seems that I evolve as I gain more self-knowledge. The me of 2013 will definitely be different than the me of 2012. Today’s me can barely remember how the me of 2009 created such a painful narrative for me.

Lately, I’ve been thinking a lot about why some people are better at creating change in their lives than others. Those that can’t seem to change their lives seem to be addicted to their past. Pasts in which they were hurt, pasts that shaped their choices and circumstances, pasts that they can never get back, but it is in those past stories where they are stuck and they can’t move forward.

People addicted to their past tell their “stories” often (and sometimes to everyone). They aren’t telling “stories” as in lying. They are telling stories as in sharing the story of what hurt them. We all do it sometimes. Who hasn’t told and retold the story of when their heart was broken, a loved one betrayed them or when they’ve let themselves down?

Just thinking about our stories can literally make our stomachs turn as the old pain tries to enter us again — especially this time of year when we are trying to give a new year our best.

If we are to create what we truly desire with the gift that living another year truly is then we have to be willing to let our stories go. I know how hard it is to give up our stories. I know better than many because this site started from my need to share my pain. In the process of sharing my stories I slowly let go of injury after injury. That is in fact the point of being social beings – to share our stories so that others learn from our mistakes, so that we feel less alone, so that we feel “normal” when others relate to us. We are a social animal that is also a storytelling animal.

You and I we are wired for story but we are also wired for learning!

We can chose to put those stories of hurt up on our shelves because we no longer have use for them. We can chose to create new stories by being willing every single day or sometimes every single hour to be the change we need.

I remember the day that my life really started to change. It was the day that I didn’t have my friend A.A. to listen to my misery anymore. A.A. and I had been friends for a few years. He came into my life right as the bottom was falling out and when I was reaching for what would save it, A.A. and I just stopped talking suddenly. It was one of those falling outs where you both just stopped talking, it hurts desperately but you know that it is better for both of you that way.

Within weeks of him not being there to listen to me talk about all the many things I intended to do about the hole in my soul I began to do those things. Instead of telling the stories about the past and how they were hurting me in my present I used each day I got to create that new ending I had always wanted.

Don’t know how long it would have taken me to start really doing what I needed if he would have stayed in my life listening to all my stories but I am so grateful that our friendship ended when it did. I miss my old friend and I wish that someday we can laugh about our old tired conversations in which we rehashed our painful stories.

So here’s my point…

Your stories, yes! they shaped the person you are today, yes! they absolutely matter, and yes! you can stop telling them and start living in this moment. This moment is so much more important than anything that could have happened to you.

Or me.

Example: Today, I am still the woman that lost a daughter she had dreams for but I am also the mother of three amazing sons. If I allow myself to live in the story of that awful moment the pain makes me think about all the what ifs. Just typing this creates a huge knot in my heart leading me away from the joy that is the life I’ve created since. Today, I am the woman that was willing to go for a bike ride with her sons no matter how sad seeing her daughter’s urn made her feel as she was lacing up her sneakers.

Seriously, what if we could never forget those stories of pain but there was a magic trick we could perform to move forward? Would you do it?

Well there is a way you can move forward but you have to be willing. Are you willing? Here’s the trick you have to choose to act instead of telling your stories.

You can’t be the storyteller telling that same tale. You have to become the one acting as the hero in the story of you that you are writing right now.

Just remember that heroes usually have shaky starts, that their will is tested often and it is only with time and dedication that they finally master their superpowers and as soon as they do they have to learn how to do new tricks with them.

In the story of me I often still struggle. These days much less than in the past because I am willing to fight like never before for myself. I wake up each day and say aloud, “I am sex. I am love. I am joy. I am willing. I am still learning. All I have is today and that is all I need now.” I wake up say my mantra with the understanding that becoming the me that I want to be, is a tedious lifelong journey. This process has no deadline. This process is going to involve there being many different I’s along the way to better me’s.

If you are struggling with moving forward because the story of you has become so painful for you to live with, I hope that this post has helped you and that you feel a bit less lonely and “normal.” Let’s make 2013 great together!

Now I’d love to hear from you. What do you think?

Peace & power,

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killing the sadness: why mother had to go

This year has been the year in which I finally killed all the sadness inside of me and replaced it with peace and confidence. It has been an amazing year in which I can’t say that I have accomplished all the great things I set out to finish but the healing that has happened for me in 2012 has surpassed any goal I could of dreamed.

I never dreamed that I would feel whole, at peace, perfectly sure of myself in my own skin or truly happy with everything that I have and confident that I could create more happiness.

Feeling fulfilled is not something that I had known that I was capable of because I thought I had to live with depression forever. On top of my depression, I thought I had to figure out how to save my mother and help her create happiness because the dysfunctional upbringing she provided me was all about shaming me for wanting to create my own world of happiness and success. No matter how far I went I never truly dared to go too far from mother or her ways.

The most dysfunctional relationship in my life has always been the one I have with my mother.

But I should really say had because, I have cut my mother out of my life.

Sitting over dinner with a friend that I think I could so easily grow to love for everything he is I declared for the first time before another human being that I had cut my mother off.

And his response was, “LIDIA-ANAIN!”

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emotional baggage, drama, and lasting love.

Each of us, even if we’ve never had one romantic relationship, comes into relationships with some baggage. No matter how emotionally healthy we are, we definitely have some things that we are carrying into the relationship.

Everyone has an issue or two or a dozen more.

When two people (with a few issues each) start falling in love sometimes they create a relationship of many ups and downs that sends them jolting and wondering if they will be thrown violently out of love and into despair.

When you and your partner both have emotional baggage the probability of their being drama is high.

Drama as in…any situation or series of events having vivid, emotional, conflicting, or striking interest or results.

Back in the day, when I was less aware of the emotional triggers that my baggage caused it was extremely easy for a partner’s actions to set me off and the dramatic fireworks would begin. I was one of those people with a lot of baggage that tended to create unnecessary drama in my relationships and drama is what breakups are made of. Who can love someone regardless of the amount of conflict that they bring into your life? Better yet who wants to?

Yes, love should be unconditional but loving someone as they come and loving someone that brings drama into your life are two very different things.

Yet, these two things sometimes do become entangled…

What if you fall in love with someone that because of their baggage isn’t yet aware that they create drama?

What do you do then?

In my life there are currently a few people that are in relationships with people that are good people but their past isn’t something that they have worked through enough to not bring unwanted bullshit into the lives of the ones they love. It is really hard to watch people that I care about be in these relationships because they are so torn about whether to stay and love them as they do the work or go.

When my friends talk to me about their relationships one of the things I always say is, “all relationships have their ups and downs.” That is a true statement but do all relationships have drama? The relationships that I’ve seen work, the ones in which love is still alive and healthy do have their ups and downs but these relationships are for the most part drama-free.

I find myself taking a closer look at the entire history of my relationship, taking a closer look at my past relationships, and taking a closer look at all the relationships around me that work and don’t work. There is a definite answer when I look closely but it I definitely think…

How do any of us make relationships work when we all come with baggage, are capable of drama and so many of us didn’t grow up in families where there were healthy examples of love?

What makes love last?

The first answer that comes to mind is peace. The more peace and tranquility that my partner and I approach problems with the better we can overcome them. For love to last you cannot create drama within your relationship. The world will already bring plenty of drama, stress and bullshit to your door that will test your love and will definitely push those triggers that you came into the relationship with; no extra drama needed.

As I sit here wishing that I could shake the shit out of a few smart good people that could be better partners to those I love my heart aches and wants to scream, “Stop bringing all this fucking drama!”

And the second answer that comes to mind is a question…

Do YOU BOTH want the same relationship?

Because there are some people that do want and enjoy drama and will be quick to blame their past for their current actions…

If you want lasting love it is best if you stay away from *that* kind.

Yes, my heart wants to scream…

Stop the fucking drama, unpack your baggage and move the fuck forward before you lose what could be lasting love!

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cultivating my sensual dominance

“You top from the bottom.”

“You always fight me until you are in charge when we have sex.”

“You can’t let go of control.”

“You’re always in performance mode.”

“You never ask for what you want.”

“You love to tease with pleasure.”

These are the things that different lovers have said to me in the past. These are some of the things my partner used to say to me. He stopped saying them because sex changed for us as our relationship grew. When those changed we had to learn how to make sex between two tops work. We struggled for a very long time with this power dynamic; for so long that we almost walked away from it all because the good sex we had wasn’t enough anymore. It wasn’t enough in quantity and level of personal satisfaction. That struggle to reset the power in our bedroom almost killed a part of me that I had never known was essential to my personality. But as things are with me, reading led me to answers that required more personal work.

I had to face all the things that I loved about sex with others that my spouse no longer provided… I enjoy topping from the bottom, I love to be in charge of sex at most times, I give and take power during sex, I am an erotic performer, I get what I need by pleasing others and the best part of getting it is teasing the orgasms out of my lovers. I am a sensual dominant and a high femme. I know there is so much more to my sexuality that is begging to be developed, to run free and to dive deep into a world of pleasure, power and all the things that are the sexual act.

You see it is very much an act, no matter if BDSM is or isn’t our thing, when we fuck we are very much in the midst of a performance that is about pleasure and power. This act begins even before we get naked and is alive and well in all that we do with our lovers outside of the bedroom. Just ask that wife whose partner doesn’t help with housework about when and where foreplay begins. And sensual power is present in all that we do even if we aren’t having sexual intercourse.

In my bedroom with my spouse the roles are set and for now there is no changing them. Somehow I created my own monster through years of asking him to be more dominant, telling him to take charge and pushing him towards topping me. He is the most dominant top in our relationship and I am a top that chooses to be his and only his submissive. We like how things are now. The quantity and level of personal satisfaction when we have sex is perfect for us again. I truly love that my monster is the only one I can trust to top me. I love that there is no one in this world that I dream of bottoming for, yet, here I am wanting to top again and desiring experiences that he in no way can provide me.

And not only do I want to top, I want to fully develop my dominance and explore it fully with others. And I want to do this all while being a girly girl in the highest stilettos. I want to be a service-oriented sensual high femme dominant, that does it from the bottom at times and at other times with force from the top with my equally service-oriented bottom at my feet. These are the things I think I want but I will truly find out how to cultivate my sensual dominance later this month from Midori.

For many months, Midori was someone that I admired from a far. Her ForteFemme Weekend Intensive begged me to register for it. I would read the description of the program and I would try to figure out how to bring up the topic to my spouse. How would I tell someone that had made a joint decision with me to never be my bottom again that I wanted to top, that this desire had to be fulfilled and that more importantly I wanted to chase it all the way down the rabbit hole?! Late May of this year, I started to tell him about the next intensive that would be in July; he seemed to be fine with the idea of me going but then I backed out of registering for the intensive. I was scared of what would happen if I did go down the rabbit hole?!

I didn’t have a bottom to do the lab with on the last day of the intensive. Being provided one scared the hell out of me. Even though, I had convinced myself that I had a connection with Midori I didn’t really know her. At all. Whatsoever. It seemed almost crazy to make the financial investment in cultivating my sensual dominance. I put it out of my mind completely. Not because I wasn’t sure about the experience but because everything my intuition told me about this experience felt too strong. It was definitely fear that stopped me from doing the ForteFemme Weekend Intensive in July…fear of it not living up to what I had built it up to be in my head and fear of being disappointed by a person whose work I had read and loved.

It had happened before to me. I had gone into the sex positive community to meet and attend an invent held by one of the pioneers of the movement and I had come out of it completely deflated and almost hating myself for wanting to see in my hero the things I wanted to be true for myself.

Then I met Midori in person. The Universe placed us together at the right time, right place and under the right circumstances. In person she is more than I ever imagined. In person she makes me lust to tap into my very own sensual dominant power more than anyone else I know. There is something about Midori’s eloquent manner of leading and deliberate way of teaching that I cannot put into words but know that it resonates with me and that I can learn from. After several real-life interactions with her, I knew that she would be the first teacher, probably in a line of several, that would help me become that sensual service-oriented high femme I dream of.

And after reading about Vanessa Pinto’s ForteFemme experience and hearing her talk about it in person I couldn’t wait any longer. In San Francisco, October 12-14, I will be one of Midori’s students in her ForteFemme Weekend Intensive. There are two spots still left in it and I would absolutely LOVE to learn alongside you. If you are like me and wondering how you can balance being soft yet powerful, sensual yet dominant all while still being feminine ForteFemme is for you. Let’s cultivate our sensual dominant power together!

I know that this weekend will improve my sex life and I cannot wait to tell you about this experience after completing it.

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inner lives are sacred

My ears perked up when I heard her say, “You must nourish and protect your inner life.” She definitely was telling the entire damn truth. I knew all too well the value of being within oneself; I had learned self-love the hard way. What I learned the hard way is that our inner lives are sacred. It is on the inside where we sow our seeds, figuratively and literally even if you are not female bodied, it is on the outside where we harvest everything we’ve planted.

It is not possible to control the outside of yourself until you have mastered your breathing space. It is not possible to change anything until you understand the substance you wish to change. ― Jeanette Winterson

It wasn’t until I repeatedly, found myself standing in the ashes of what I once thought would feed my future, with nothing but a fistful of tears in my hands that I stopped focusing on the outside and went inside. I instinctively and as an act of self-preservation, went inside of myself to do the work that would ensure that no matter what life threw my way, that there would always be a positive to feed my soul and help me live another day. It was so much more than just thinking positive thoughts, doing acts of self-love, being with my emotions or focusing on myself; this was a new way of living thriving.

My tips for nourishing and protecting a sacred inner life that helps you thrive in today’s world.

  • Nourish Your Inner Life.

Feed your inner life the things that allow it to dream then expand. Nourishing your inner life requires being connected to the ebb flow of energy within you. For me, this diet mostly consists of music, books, relaxing seaside/mountainside getaways, moments of silence and conversations with people that listen without influencing but that gently nudge me towards the right decisions. My diet isn’t always low-key; who doesn’t eat something exotic or spicy once in awhile? Sometimes to nourish my inner life, I have to get my body moving vigorously. Yes, sometimes I feel the need to feast on action; running, biking, hiking and especially all things dancing. When I am in need of active nourishment, it also involves spending more time than usual around large groups of like-minded people, talking and laughing loud, sipping on our favorite drinks in a overcrowded bar or dancing the night away as sweat drips off our energized bodies. Just like the Earth has seasons our bodies have cycles, even if you are not female bodied, your soul has to adjust to the season within.

Fill yourself with all the delicious things you love and that inner voice will reward you with healthier thoughts and conversations that lead to bigger dreams. Feeding your inner life the best guarantees outer actions in a positive direction. Staying focused within, knowing exactly what kind of loving you need to keep you moving forward and balanced is the key to letting go of worry, struggle and pain. Believe me, as a person that spent too many years fighting depression, I know all too well that if you don’t feed yourself exactly what you need when you need it your inner world becomes a hell and your inner self an abused abusive demon.

You have to remember that no matter where you go there you always are. You cannot run from yourself. Your work, your lovers, your friends, your family, your parents…nobody can save you, except for you. You are the hero in your story. You have to be everything to yourself and guess what that means? That you have to feed yourself and then you have to protect yourself.

  • Protect Your Inner Life.

Protecting your inner life is where you’ll begin to get your hands dirty, how your real strength will emerge and when you’ll find out if you are cut out to be a hero. Not everyone is cut out for this; even the ones that are have moments when they can’t save themselves. Usually, if you can’t protect your inner life from other people it is because you are having trouble protecting it from yourself. Are you currently your own worst enemy? Focus on nourishing your inner life and do nothing but that.

Sometimes the only way you can protect your inner life is by doing nothing other than nourishing it. This is an especially radical subversive act when you are a parent but if you don’t provide yourself with what you need consistently more than likely you are not showing up fully as a parent. You might be doing a great job at being a parent but you are absolutely drained, exhausted and many times even resentful because you have been everything to your children without first being something to yourself. If you are married or in a relationship, these can also apply to you. Protect your inner life from yourself by doing less of the things you have to and more of the things you need to.

Too often protecting your inner life means shutting life suckers and energy vampires out of your life. As a High Priestess of Intuition, I often set bridges on fire just to keep people as far as possible from all that is good within me. Nourishing my inner life has given me a keen sensitivity for seeing which people have pure intentions and which ones have arrived to drain me. If you find yourself often complaining about someone in your life it is probably time for them to go. Cut that person off, tactfully is always best, then figure out what about you they were reflecting that you need to work on. These days whenever a person rubs me the wrong way, I first look really close to see what about them is triggering me. If following the trigger leads me to work that I have to do within myself, I figure out if I can do the work while this person is still in my life or if them constantly triggering me would hinder that work. Depending on that answer I decide whether I should burn a bridge or allow the person all the way up to my moat. If following the trigger shows me absolutely nothing that I need to work on and this person is still triggering me they always go and I don’t even care if I do it tactfully.

You have too much to fight for to wait for a savior or the ideal conditions to live the life you dream of… nourish and protect your inner life… make it hard for life’s circumstances to knock you down. Do not lay down on the inside!

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the sweet spot…

Big heavy tears flowed down my face and no sound came out of my mouth but I could feel the cry at the core of my soul.

In a room of about twenty strangers, several colleagues and two very important people that I have looked up to for some time, it seemed like the wrong time for my emotions to completely escape my body. Crying silently and uncontrollably was not what I thought I would be doing in the moment that I realized that there was a sweet spot in the field of human sexuality that was meant just for me. It was so surreal that when I found myself in that moment all I could do was let go and cry and listen and accept the permission that these two experts were giving me to… just be myself and do things how they work for me.

As that day went on, I thought that maybe blogging regularly was not for me, that maybe writing erotica would take a backseat and that definitely I should keep the personal out of my writing as much as possible but then the truth of that moment revealed itself to me. I am able to reach those of you that I do because I lack the ability to hide my vulnerability and to me keeping my emotional journey private seems like lying to my readers.

So, here I am asking you to hopefully continue to love me as a woman, as a writer and as everything that I am as I grow and add new things to my journey. As I am finally able to say I no longer suffer from depression, I am now a happy purpose driven woman and I am ready to take my life and writing to new levels.

I have decided to reveal my in-the-very-near-future plans.

What’s next for me… 

In no particular order…

  • I am putting together a best of Sex Love Joy book together that will be available for free download.
  • I am publishing all the erotic stories that I haven’t ever put on the site plus previously published stories as an e-book available for sale.
  • I am going back to school full time.
  • I am letting go and going to stop homeschooling my sons. Very soon.
  • I will be doing a SARs training this year.
  • I will be helping more with SFSI.
  • I will be doing something extremely special with the domain bornsexual.com but what I don’t know yet.
  • I will be finishing a non-fiction book that I will publish next Fall.

I did come through the other side of completely falling apart and now only the best in me is left to cultivate the woman that I am meant to be… for myself, for my children, for my partners, for my friends and for my readers.

Sunday, September 16, 2012 at 9:24 am PST was when I finally realized that I’ve always known my path, my vision was always clear but I didn’t know until that moment that all I needed was permission to act on it. My heart is extremely heavy in a great way in this moment as I type this because I realize that the date is almost exactly sixteen years since I tattooed Sex Love Joy on my skin, since I lost the daughter I always wanted and since my life began falling apart. Yes, it took me sixteen years to get out from the cloud of loss of self, sixteen years of falling apart, sixteen years of doubt to finally get to that sweet spot.

But after all the pain…

I stand here with a clear vision of what good sex love joy looks like and what is my place within the field of human sexuality and also the permission to fight with every breath it takes to claim my place and produce the work that will matter.

Thank you for being part of my journey. Thank you for reading about all the tough moments and I hope that you’ll continue to read the next chapters in my life.

I appreciate you! Dearly.

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thoughts on suicide

Earlier this month I ended my longest relationship when I finally parted ways with Depression.

Breakups aren’t easy, especially when you are breaking up with the you that helps you hurt yourself. Breaking up with depression requires hitting a wall of sadness that is the realization that you’ve always been enough and do deserve more. Letting go of depression for those that have always had romantic thoughts of suicide requires believing in the you that knows that there is a best you could ever dream of being already with you. A you that knows that suicide is never an option. Ever.

 Finding that for me I’ve had to face a lot of sadness as I’m making an effort to understand that joy comes & goes.

Breaking up with depression caused me to have a full blown breakdown. As several dreams were coming true and new possibilities presented themselves instead of celebrating I panicked and wondered if deserved them and whether or not I was enough woman to follow through and live what I had dreamed. Instead of celebrating, I often found myself breaking down in tears as I prepared to leave my house to step into the bigger role that life now had for me. In those moments of panic and tears, I had to look forward and tell myself that I could do what was now expected of me and that I did deserve these things. It was in these moments that I realized that I might have been hiding behind my depression before.

Hiding behind depression? There was a time when irrational thoughts and emotions paralyzed me, causing me to quit on everything that I really wanted. Completely quitting life often felt so right that I believed that I belonged to a certain troubled group of people for which suicide is the only option. For this troubled group it wasn’t a question of whether they would commit suicide or not but a question of when they would. It just seemed better to figure out when was the perfect time to quit on myself than to feel my emotions or fully listen to my own negative thoughts. Sounds insane doesn’t it?

All the same negative thoughts and feelings of despair that had plagued me since forever were with me as my dreams came true. Sadness still filled my soul no matter what was going right or wrong, but this time around instead of backing down, quitting or not following through I allowed myself to fully experience my emotions and sit with the negative thoughts. I would not be the shadow version of me that wasn’t strong enough to live through the self-hate.

My moods do not control my life anymore, even when I am fully in my feelings I am in control of my actions.

I wasn’t hiding behind depression. What I was doing was not allowing myself to sit in my feelings or listen to the awful thoughts that I had. When depression set in I would retreat into the darkness and not work through my emotions or thoughts. I had to redefine what self-love was for myself because sometime ago somewhere someone had convinced me that if I really loved myself I would not allow myself to have negative thoughts. They were wrong! At the age of thirty-five, I learned that the fastest way towards happiness sometimes is through the sadness. Making it through the negative thoughts and terrible feelings is how I reach joy.

It is in my greatest moments that I am often fighting sadness the most. It is in my saddest moments that I reaffirm my commitment to living. These things are true for me now yet I know that for many there often seems to be no better option than suicide.

As I decided, that even though I would always have moments of depression I wouldn’t allow myself to suffer from it anymore, people I love started to tell me about friends that recently “suddenly and unexpectedly” had committed suicide.

Suddenly. Unexpectedly. Committed. Suicide.

It might seem sudden or unexpected to the people on the outside but to many of the people that follow through with suicide it was a long time coming.

Some of these people were the same people that when they expressed their feelings of sadness or irrational thoughts of unworthiness their friends responded with, “You can’t be depressed. You have a great life.”

You cannot see the internal struggle that those that are part of the group that believe suicide will be their tragic ending.

You cannot see anyone’s inner struggle but you can be vocal about how you work through your negative emotions and irrational thoughts to more friends so they can see that everyone experiences these things.

My emotional truths…

  • Never imagined the emotional strength it takes to step into the big stilettos that I always dreamed life would have for me someday.
  • Having much needed breakdowns are a part of realizing that I’ve always been enough and that I do deserve to live the life I’ve dreamed.
  • Breaking up with depression has me in an extreme cloud of sadness as I walk away from it. I don’t need/want to hide behind depression anymore.
  • I definitely have a blessed life filled with a lot of happiness but I will always have to battle depression and mental illness.
Share your emotional truths with those you love!

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dreaming of sex with women & men & women & men

A few hours ago, I woke up from a dream that was so romantic, intense, sexual, scary, sweet, confrontational and comforting all at the same time but it was mostly exhausting. Yes, exhausting is how I would describe most of the dreams I’ve been having this year. I don’t know how many of them I would call dreams because moving through these active endless vivid dreams feels more like a nightmare than a dream when what my body craves is restful sleep.

I have been dreaming of sex with women & men & women & men… a lot of sex and my spouse is always in these dreams.

These dreams where I am having sex with him and other people or where he is having sex with other people are very new. During our many years of marriage I can’t say I had sexual dreams in which I could clearly see his face. I would dream about having sex with a body and I would think it was him or in the dream I would feel his presence but I would never see him.

I see his face in my sexual dreams now. In these dreams we have reached the point where we effortlessly can have sex with others without the “checking in” with one another emotionally before, during or after. We are fully secure with our sexuality, our relationship and our emotions in these dreams. Sometimes there are events in these dreams that make me feel uneasy and it is always him that I look to for comfort or rescue. This is so new to me – all of it but especially turning to anyone for rescue. Very new.

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self-love starts with positive thinking

Happy Valentine’s Day!

I hope that you are loving yourself today whether you have a special partner in your life to add to that love or not. Self-love truly is the foundation for all other loves but when we are feeling blue, depressed or irritated by yet another holiday that reminds us of our loneliness, we might not want to hear shit about self-love. Well, at least I didn’t back in the day. Self-love on Valentine’s Day?!

The blues, depression and loneliness are things that I know very well; they have been a part of my life journey since before I can remember. For me *being* happy is often a daily battle, which is why I know that this daily routine becomes extremely unbearable during holidays. A holiday celebrating love towards the end of the most depressing season never really brought me any joy instead it highlighted my blues even more.

Then I learned that making a point to think positive allows me to love myself more making the trying times and silly expectations of the holidays easier to deal with.

When I am busy focusing on positive thinking loneliness is less of an issue, holidays don’t bother me as much and I am more capable of being there for my family and friends that need someone to lean on. Choosing to think positive has taught me how to love me and has opened the doors for me to also love we.

Today, I felt that the best thing I could do to show you my love and gratitude for reading and being a part of my journey was to share with you three things that help me love myself more.

Self-love starts with positive thinking…

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almost a year ago

What follows is the transcript of my journal entry from December 31, 2010. I have not written in my journal since that day because instead I wrote here. I guess I am sharing it because it was this journal entry that gave me the strength to share more than I thought was possible with strangers.

I was very weak then but not so much these days. The power I have found in candor is endless and incredible. If it hurts my advice to you is write it down and let it go.

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shit filled septembers

In early May I began wading in a shit filled abyss. My body went limp. My voice grew weak. I couldn’t express all the emotions that had overcome me. All the trauma that surfaced with one visit to Florida. I was supposed to be there for six weeks but only lasted three. I physically fled from that place and those emotions but my voice it had left me and my mind remained in that abyss now all the way in it; swimming desperately trying to escape. It wasn’t until Sezin reached out with an unexpected post that lifted me up above the  rip current of worthlessness and despair that I had been swimming against. After the silence I was able to post things that I thought I would never be able to share with anyone. I wrote things down that I hadn’t told some of my best friends. I was heard by so many and felt better for sharing one of my darkest moments.

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the mask of: perfectionism

I once was a very secure and extremely confident woman; that was when I worked in the operating room as a surgical technician. I knew my job and nobody could tell me otherwise because some of the hardest-to-work-with-couldn’t-tolerate-anyone surgeons requested me to be the one in on cases. I could go from working on the most urgent complicated abdominal aortic aneurysm to the simplest Urology case. People respected me but most importantly I respected myself. I was so secure in my abilities that I was pretty damn near perfect at my job.

I worked the shifts that many other people didn’t want or feared like overnight weekends. People didn’t want and feared the overnight weekend shifts because any case could walk in the door and there was nobody else in house to back you up. Technicians with less experience or those less secure about their skills would comment about how happy they were that I liked such a shitty shift because they no longer had to worry about it popping up on their schedules. Others would tell me that they didn’t like doing that shift because it always seemed like you had to make do forging through cases while the scheduled cases during regular hours were more ideal circumstances to operate under because everything you needed would be there. No making do.

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