A Fast That Changed Me

Last week, I set out with a simple intention.

I decided to go meat-free for one week.

That decision quickly evolved into something deeper.

By Monday, I committed to a one-meal-a-day, meat-free fast, eating only at 6:00 p.m. I completed Monday and Tuesday successfully. Hunger was present, but manageable. I felt focused. Clear. Grounded.

Then Wednesday came.

By mid-day, the hunger intensified in a way I hadn’t expected. Instead of pushing through another eating window, I listened inward and made a new decision: Wednesday would be a full water-only fast.

That’s when everything shifted.

By Wednesday night, my senses became incredibly acute. Sounds were louder. Thoughts were sharper. Emotions moved through me more freely. My body was tired, but my mind and spirit were wide awake. Sleep barely came.

Thursday morning arrived, and I knew—deep in my body—that it would be time to break my fast at the 48-hour no-food mark. Still, I held the line until 6:00 p.m.

It wasn’t easy.

But I made it.

At 6:00 p.m., I ate pizza with vegetables and cheese—no meat. The effect was immediate and profound. My body relaxed. My nervous system softened. A wave of calm and bliss washed over me, and for the first time in days, sleep found me.

This morning, I woke up still a little sleepy—but deeply grateful.

Grateful that I had the strength to finish.
Grateful that I honored my body.
Grateful for what the fast revealed.

My Intentions—and the Results

I entered this fast with three intentions:

  • To gain mental clarity
  • To heighten my spiritual senses
  • To cleanse and heal my body

All three occurred.

But the lessons went even deeper.

I learned that I have more discipline than I ever believed.
I learned that I am more grateful than I ever knew.
I learned that even the most basic, simple things in life—like food—should never be taken for granted.

I gained a small glimpse into what it feels like for those who do not have consistent access to food, and that awareness has stayed with me.

I learned that my body is a temple, and what I put into it matters—not just physically, but mentally and spiritually.

What Carried Me Through

During the hardest moments, I leaned on three things.

First, I thought of Jesus in the desert.

Then, I thought of those who do not have the luxury of eating every day.

Then, I returned to God’s Word.

And when it felt hardest of all—when fear, pain, grief, shame, nightmares, and emotional turbulence surfaced—I anchored myself in love.

The love I have in my life.
The love I have for others.
The love that sustains us all.

There were moments during this fast when temptation appeared in many forms. But each time it did, I called upon Jesus—and each time, I was carried through.

The Outcome

This fast was successful in every way that mattered.

My heart has softened.
My body feels renewed.
My spirit is singing.

I’ve learned how certain foods affect my mind, body, and spirit, and I feel better equipped to navigate a healthier, more intentional version of myself moving forward.

This wasn’t just about abstaining from food.
It was about discipline.
Awareness.
Gratitude.
Faith.

And for all of it—

Praise to God.

That One Time We Had to Evacuate from Dave Matthews Band

So, here I am, tucked in at home today, feeling a bit under the weather and letting Dave Matthews Band be my medicine. Funny enough, it brings me back to a night in 2021 on Northerly Island—one of those nights that turned into a story I never thought I’d tell.

I had tickets for the second night of the show. After so long locked down, not just because of COVID but because I’d grown a little wary of big crowds and the sheer wildness of people in that kind of setting, I was finally ready to step out. And what better organized chaos to embrace than a Dave Matthews Band concert, right?

But nature had other plans. The skies decided to put on a show of their own with winds, lightning, and rain that turned the whole evening into a hurricane-tornado-tsunami combo. Dave himself had to cancel the show. He was so heartbroken he actually cried on stage as he made the announcement. It was one of the most oddly beautiful moments, because here I was, finally ready to trust the world again, and the world just threw a storm party.

But here’s the magic: as we all walked off the island, people held hands, everyone stayed calm, and it felt like this incredible little bubble of humanity, after so long of being socially distanced apart. The concert didn’t happen, but something even more profound did. And now, on a sick day like this, as I listen to Dave Matthews at home, I remember that night and smile.

In remembrance of S. R. Fannin: thank you for sharing that moment with me. ❤

That One Time I Went To Jail

CASE DISMISSED

I don’t talk about this night often. Not because I’m ashamed—at least not anymore—but because it represents a version of me that no longer exists. Still, it’s part of my story, and pretending it didn’t happen would be dishonest. So here it is, in my own words.

At the time, I was living under narcissistic abuse. The kind that doesn’t always leave visible bruises, but slowly erodes your sense of safety, your voice, and your trust in your own reality. I was exhausted, worn down, and constantly navigating chaos that I didn’t create.

That night, the narcissist in my life is the one who told me to call the police—after people in our home refused to leave. I was trying to protect my children and to stand up for another child who was being mistreated. I did what I believed was right. I asked for help.

When the police arrived, things escalated quickly. I was emotional, yes—but I was also standing my ground in my own home. I was warned to be quiet. And I said the words that still echo in my memory: I will not be quiet in my own house.

That was enough.

I was arrested.

When the flashing lights showed up, my body went cold before my mind caught up. There’s a specific kind of silence that happens in moments like that—where the world keeps moving, but you feel separated from it, like you’re watching yourself from above. I remember thinking, How did I get here? Not dramatically. Just honestly.

The narcissist did not come get me from jail.

I had to call my dad.

That detail matters more than people realize.

Jail is not like the movies. It’s boring, uncomfortable, humiliating, and sobering all at once. Time moves strangely there—both too fast and impossibly slow. But instead of breaking down, something unexpected happened.

I started talking to the other women.

And what I learned shook me.

Most of them should not have been there.

One woman was battered and bruised—clearly hurt—arrested for defending herself from her narcissistic, abusive husband. Another was there over an unpaid ticket for a dog that had no tags… three years earlier. The dog had since died. She had no money to pay the fine, and that was enough to put her in a cell.

There was injustice everywhere I looked. Quiet, normalized injustice.

And in that moment, I knew none of us were criminals. We were survivors. Women caught in systems that punish the vulnerable while protecting the wrong people.

So instead of crying, I sang.

I sang praise songs to the Lord—softly at first, then with more confidence. One by one, the tension in that cell eased. Conversations slowed. Breathing softened. Eventually, we all fell asleep.

They thought I was a yoga instructor.

I smiled at that.

Because what I really was… was grounded. Anchored. Held by something bigger than fluorescent lights and concrete walls. I believe we all found peace that night. And I believe God’s justice was present in that cell long before the legal system caught up.

Because the case was dismissed.

I fought it in court. And the truth stood.

I don’t romanticize that experience. I don’t wear it like a badge of honor. But I refuse to carry shame for something that was rooted in abuse, protection, and truth.

That night didn’t break me.

It woke me up.

It showed me where my boundaries had been violated for too long. Where my voice had been suppressed. Where standing up—for myself, for children, for truth—came at a cost I was finally willing to pay.

If you’re reading this and you’ve had a moment you wish you could erase—an arrest, a confrontation, a decision made under pressure—I want you to hear this clearly: you are not your lowest point. You are not disqualified from a good life. You are not beyond repair.

Sometimes the pause you didn’t choose becomes the pause that saves you.

This is not a confession.

It’s a release.

And it’s proof that growth doesn’t always come wrapped in pretty packaging. Sometimes it comes in injustice, courage, worship, and the quiet knowing that God sees everything—even in a jail cell.

-Kristi

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From Broken to Blessed: My 2025 Healing Journey



By justkristi82.com

This year has been the most transformational year of my life — and I don’t say that lightly. I started January at the lowest emotional and spiritual point I’ve ever been. I was empty, exhausted, and still carrying the bruises of years of narcissistic abuse, manipulation, and betrayal. I had forgotten who I was. I had forgotten my worth. I had forgotten the sound of my own inner voice.

But God…
Jesus stepped into the ruins of my spirit and rebuilt me from the inside out.

The First Step: Admitting I Was Hurt

For so long I tried to be “strong.” I pushed through the pain, made excuses for people who broke me, and pretended I was fine. But survival isn’t the same as healing.
Healing started the moment I stopped pretending.

I finally saw the truth:
I had been loving people who only loved the version of me they could control.
I had been shrinking myself to keep the peace.
I had been living with wounds I never gave myself permission to feel.

Acknowledging that was my first doorway into freedom.

Inner Child Healing: Finding the Girl I Abandoned

Somewhere this year, in the midst of prayer, silence, and those deep soul-level cries, I met a version of myself I hadn’t seen in decades — my inner child.

The part of me that used to glow.
The part of me that trusted.
The part of me that believed she deserved good things.

She wasn’t gone. She was just waiting for me to come back for her.

I held her hand again.
I apologized to her.
I protected her.
And I started making decisions in alignment with her — not the voices of people who harmed me.

That changed everything.

The Role of Discipline, Faith, and the Word

People talk about healing like it’s pretty. It’s not.
It’s discipline. It’s showing up on days when you want to give up.
It’s choosing silence over reaction.
It’s choosing self-respect over familiar chaos.
It’s choosing the narrow path instead of the easy one.

I learned that discipline IS a form of self-love.

And faith…
Faith carried me when nothing else could.

I opened my Bible more.
I prayed more.
I handed every fear, every heartbreak, every unanswered question to Jesus — and He answered not with explanations, but with peace.

And that peace changed me.

Walking With Jesus Through the Fire

Jesus didn’t pull me out of the fire.
He walked with me through it.

He healed the parts of me I didn’t know were still bleeding.
He showed me the patterns I needed to break.
He raised my standards, sharpened my intuition, and reminded me exactly who I am:

A chosen daughter.
Protected.
Loved.
Strengthened.
Called for more.

The more I surrendered, the more I was restored.

The Woman I Am Now

I look at myself today — emotionally, spiritually, mentally — and I barely recognize the woman I was at the beginning of the year. The difference is supernatural.

I am calmer.
I am wiser.
I am more aligned.
I am finally in my feminine energy.
I am no longer begging for love that drains me — I am attracting love that matches me.

And it’s because Jesus rebuilt me from the ground up.

He didn’t just restore me — He elevated me.

If You’re Reading This and You’re Still in the Storm…

Please hear me:
You are not meant to stay broken.
You are not meant to stay stuck in cycles that crush your spirit.
You are not meant to dim your light for people who refuse to see your worth.

Jesus will meet you where you are.
But He won’t let you stay there.

If He can heal me — deeply, completely, miraculously — He can do it for you too.

The Bottom Line

This year didn’t just heal me.
It rebirthed me.
It returned me to myself.
And it reminded me that nothing — absolutely nothing — hits harder than a woman who finally knows her value.

And I know mine now.

What a glorious morning it is! https://www.facebook.com/kristi.kramer22

Love is Wi-Fi

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The very first scary dream I can remember having in my life was of a swirling black hole. There were two little creatures, small and colorful, holding each of my hands pulling me in circles toward it. Although I was dreaming, I literally felt terrified. I knew it was just a dream, yet I couldn’t stop myself no matter how hard I tried from getting sucked into the hole. Just before I’d get over the edge, I’d wake up.

This dream recurred throughout much of my life as a small child. Same little creatures. Same terror. Every time.

As I got older, the two little creatures disappeared and the swirling black hole was replaced with a giant tornado.

The tornado would chase me and push me to the brink of insanity trying to find a safe place to hide from it. But even in the basements of my mind, the walls were made of windows. Thin glass, leaving me with no other choice but to watch the storm unfold knowing there was nothing substantial protecting me from whatever wrath it would unleash. And just before the tornado would get to the glass, I’d wake up.

Some of us are conditioned from the time we’re born to stay away from the darkness. From the unfamiliar. We are taught to go toward the light. Avoid the dangers of the world at all costs. Play it safe.

But what if I told you that the opposite is true? How could one possibly learn to enjoy the light if not for exploring what the darkness has to offer?

We’re all on an epic journey. Each of us. And the universe provides us breadcrumbs all along the way. It is up to us to choose what we do with them. Fear the unknown, or investigate it. I’ve always been one who is compelled to choose the latter. Thanks to the black hole and the tornado of my dreams that I feared so deeply.

I understand now.

I was supposed to go down the rabbit hole and into the storm all along.

I finally ate the apple.

And now I’m offering it to everyone I meet.

I have no fear dancing with the devil. The darkness loves and wants us just as much as the light.

God is the devil.

The devil is God.

It’s all the same in the end, don’t you see?

Dance and sing and interact with everything. Because once you tune in you can vibe with anything that comes your way. Peacefully. Gratefully. Cheerfully. Unconditionally.

The truth is this: in the end, we’re all just trying to balance each other out. Because in the end, we’re all just one. We all see everything together. That’s all love is. And it’s everywhere. All around us at all times! An endless supply. Over the rainbow and beyond. Inside out and upside down. Fear is the only veil. Once it is lifted, you’ll see that no matter how bad things get in your perception, you still have access to love. No matter what. That which everyone seeks is truly always there. You just have to know how to look at it the right way.

Infinity is such a beautiful state of mind when you realize that love is wi-fi!

All you gotta do is tune in.

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Only Love.

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It’s been a crazy few weeks here on planet Earth.

Life has changed immensely for most human beings.

People are frightened and stressed and wondering what tomorrow will bring.

Some people even say the world is ending.

But what is really happening….is the beginning of the Great Awakening.

People all over the world are being forced to question everything they ever knew to be true. And although this is quite terrifying to most, it’s actually a really great thing.

The world as we know it IS ending. But not how you think.

Three years ago my entire world as I knew it ended when I caught my husband cheating. I knew it couldn’t be resolved. I knew I had to start completely over with 3 innocent children whose lives were about to drastically change without any kind of notice. Almost overnight. Seemingly without any kind of warning.

I spent a decade of my life working and building and giving myself 100% to something only to have it all torn down in the blink of an eye.

I had to adjust every single move I made. Every comfort I ever had in this life was gone in an instant. The weight of the world was dropped onto my shoulders, and I broke down. And hated myself for breaking down. And never thought I would ever recover or have any kind of semblance of a “normal” life again.

It was scary. It was stressful. It was tragic. It was fucking hard.

But as time went on I began to realize that it was the best thing that ever could have happened to me. I realized that everything I knew to be true in my life was just someone else’s version of what reality should be.

I slowly freed myself from the shackles of expectation from my peers. From my family and friends. From myself.

I began to see things for exactly what they were. I swallowed my pride and my sorrow and self-pity and then came to realize that my life could be whatever I wanted it to be as long as I could learn how to control my own emotions. And that took having to take a deep, long, uncomfortable look inside of myself.

It wasn’t fun. It wasn’t easy. It was extremely painful. And massively lonely.

But as time went on I started to figure out that there was much more to this life than just what was going on in mine.

I found greater purpose when I got in touch with myself for the first time in my life. Because once I was able to do that, I realized that everyone has struggles. And heartbreaks. And pain. And loneliness. And once I came to that realization, I’ve never felt alone again.

I was no longer focused on having nice things in my life. I was focused only on healing people. People just like me. People who really only ever wanted to be seen, heard, accepted, and appreciated. And loved.

And that is when I made it my ultimate mission in life to become a healer. In any way that I knew how. Art, music, poetry, laughter. Hugs. Lending an ear. Giving honest advice. Actually really getting to know people for who they are, not what they had to offer me.

Everything I am is love now. Nothing will ever be able to change that.

I went through my dark night of the soul. And then I went through my own personal Great Awakening. I realized through all of this what my purpose is. What ALL of our purpose is. Simply to love.

People have funny ideas about what love is. But I have come to fully understand what it really means.

It means being understanding. And sympathetic. And encouraging. And courageous. And strong. And accepting that others have insecurities that cause them to act out or act in ways that aren’t always so nice. But being confident enough to know that whatever they are doing is a reflection of their feelings about themselves. Because they were probably never loved correctly. And making it a point to make sure they know that YOU love them no matter what.

Love doesn’t mean you have to keep someone actively in your life. Or tolerate their ridiculous bullshit. Like your pissed off immature boyfriend trying to piss you off by sending you a picture of some other girl sitting on his couch in a shirt of his you always wore every time you spent the night. Or your own son smashing your tv screen out of anger. Or your sister excommunicating you from her life over a very minor disagreement. Or the idiot at the grocery store during a staged fake apocalypse ready to fist fight you over the last roll of toilet paper. It is possible to love people you may never speak to again. Love is acceptance. Love is forgiveness. Love is understanding.

We’re all going through a lot right now with everything going on in the world. But if you think about it…..we’re all ALWAYS going through a lot…even when the world is seemingly more stable than it is right at this very moment.

What the world needs right now is love.

That’s all it ever needs.

Everyone on the planet is being forced to awaken.

The veil is being lifted.

The truth is being exposed.

And the only thing I know to be true in this life is this:

All we need is love.

Be the love.

Be the comfort.

Be the candle in the window.

Be the water to quench someone’s thirst.

And expect nothing in return for it.

And accept that by doing these things, you’ll probably only get hurt.

And be ok with that.

All I’ll ever do from here on out is love absolutely everyone I come in contact with.

I think the world needs that at all times, no matter how good or bad things are going.

Be the light. Be the gentle hand. Be the person everyone calls upon. Let that be your purpose.

Shed everything you ever knew to be true and let only love motivate you.

And love passionately.

And to all of humanity: I see you. I feel you. I get you. I got you. You’ll never be alone as long as I’m here. ❤

I love you all.

#loveoneanother

Kristi’d

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*If you or a loved one feels that they are a victim of being Kristi’d, please follow me on Facebook @justkritisti82.*

“You just Kristi’d me,” he stated when I told him something real. I didn’t know what it meant when he said it. So I thought about it for awhile.

And this is what I came up with.

Being Kristi’d means you’re going to be heard and seen and supported and pushed and challenged and rooted for and cried with and laughed with and adventured with and fought for and actually loved.

It means you’re going to be shown the brighter side of every dark shadow this world can throw at you.

It means you’re going to be given truthful feedback and a different perspective so you can experience life on a deeper level.

It means you’re going to hear lots of music and new ideas and insane ramblings that will ruffle you up a bit. It means occasional wild nights. Occasional nights at the beach. Occasional (well let us just be really real and go with “perpetual”) Netflix nights. Whiskey nights. Wine nights. Tea nights. Early nights. Late nights. But they’ll always we GOOD nights.

It means getting random inappropriate memes. It means getting drunk dialed. It means backrubs and emotional healing. It means laughing a lot.

But most of all, being “Kristi’d” means you’re gonna feel ALIVE.

So if you’ve ever been “Kristi’d” consider yourself extremely blessed. Very few get the impossibly rare opportunity. 💋💋💋

Embrace your truth.

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I treat people with respect regardless of their capabilities.

I was lucky enough to be created a little more “elevated” than most.

I don’t use people.

Even though I could literally be a puppet master if I wanted to.

I can literally cause exactly what I desire to occur with my mind.

Or a single look.

99% of every move I make is orchestrated and well planned.

All of it.

And no one ever notices what I’m doing.

I was gifted with intense intuition and an acute and precise ability to pre-cognate.

I doubted my abilities for years and tried to deny them because I just wanted to be normal and have a typical human experience in this life.

But ever since I embraced what I am … the only downfall is that I can’t wear rose-colored glasses any longer. They don’t serve me anymore.

So now my struggle is this:

Do I leave people be…Or do I shake them up a bit?

Do I just stay silent and manipulate them with/without hurting them?

Sometimes…people have to be hurt a little to find the will to survive, after all.

The level I’m on has never been rivaled before in my own personal experience in whatever “reality” I’m living.

And as much power as I possess within, there is a darkness that I have to constantly fight to subdue.

The amount of control and restraint I must channel is exhausting and confining.

And the only thing stopping me from turning to darkness is my inane good nature and desire to bring light into this world, all while the blackest of nights swirl at my core.

It’s tiring.

It’s tempting.

But a true warrior doesn’t fight for just herself.

She fights for the others like her.

The others who don’t know what they are yet.

Having to be a pillar isn’t for the weak or weary.

Sounds like the ramblings of a maniac, I know.

But…maybe that’s what I am.

And I’m okay with that.

#bethelight

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“ADHD” is a Superpower!

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Disclaimer: I am NOT a psychiatrist or a psychologist. These are all just my own thoughts and observations.

Society these days seems to be an out-of-tune orchestra of mentally ill human beings roaming about the Earth looking for ways to fill the void. In some ways, that’s exactly what it is. But if you look at things from a different perspective, you will find that there is much more that you’re not seeing. The truth.

The truth is that mental illnesses are superpowers. The “ordinary” people of the world only want us to believe that people with mental illnesses are “sick” and need help. The truth is that people with mental illnesses are just a little more enlightened and gifted than the others. They have extra senses that defy the logic of what is known about contemporary biology and puzzle scientists everywhere. So science itself has deemed anything about the human brain that it just can’t figure out collectively as a “disorder.”

The meaning of disorder can be taken one of two ways.
1.) Something that needs to be put back into order.
2.) A necessary component in a complex equation.

I choose to see it as the second way. In order for progress to occur in humanity we need a dynamic, creative, robust mix of minds. We need a large group of people who all think the same way in order for the structure of society to be maintained. But we also need people who think differently mixed in to question everything, disseminate new ways of thinking, and inspire independent thinking and imagination. Disorder is critical to not only the progress of mankind, but its survival.

In a perfect world, people with mental illness would be elevated and given the right environment and tools they need to thrive and create new possibilities for the progress of mankind. Sadly, however, they are typically pushed aside and looked at as problems.

The rules under which our society is governed doesn’t like disorder. Those who govern our society like everything to be simple, cut, and dry. They seek control in order to protects THEIR ideas of how life should be. And because of that, they banish the gifted people of the world by labeling them as mentally ill.

Mental illness is in the eye of the beholder.

Insane, I know. All of this sounds absolutely insane.

But…I’m right.

My 8-year-old son was recently diagnosed with Attention Deficit Hyperactivity Disorder. He was causing disruption in class and had to be put on half days. He refused to learn math facts and spelling words. He was isolating himself and telling his teachers that he just doesn’t like people and would rather be alone.

I was not exactly shocked. My youngest boy has always been different. He has always gotten extremely over-stimulated during anything other than one-on-one interaction. Put him in a group, and it’s allllll over! He likes to enterain. He likes to make people laugh. He likes to be silly and creative. He has no problem ever telling anyone anything about themselves that he notices. He wants to connect. He wants to talk. He has a lot to talk about. He has ideas. He has pictures in his mind that he wants everyone else to see. He refuses to conform. He doesn’t like to waste time on anything that does not inspire him.

He is BRILLIANT!

The truth is, my boy does not have a mental illness.

He has a superpower.

He has the ability to see things for exactly what they are.
He has an extremely rare passion to learn about deep, meaningful topics.
He has the biggest heart in the world for animals and nature.

He has a sharp intution that allows him to perceive anything phony or negative. This is why he rejects involvement with so many people. He sees through the masks. He knows a person at their core immediately. He knows who is worth knowing and who is not for him within minutes of meeting someone new. And the kid is ALWAYS right.

He doesn’t “fit” in. And I’m super grateful for that. He’s not like most people who fall in line at every command. He doesn’t look to authority for answers….he looks within himself. He doesn’t make friends easily, because he is not willing to let just anyone with a smile on their into his little world; he looks for more than that.

The truth is, the only thing that is “wrong” with my boy is the fact that his mind cannot be controlled by anyone but himself. And the heirarchy of our society finds that super inconvenient.

A person who can’t be conditionally programmed is a threat to the system.

A person who can’t be conditionally programmed is a threat to the rule-makers.

A person who can’t be conditionally programmed is a threat to the government.

A person who can’t be conditionally programmed is a threat to industry.

A person who can’t be conditionally programmed is a threat to indoctrination of all forms.

People with mental illnesses do all of the above, and as a result are labelled as “ill” and treated like aliens. They are ostracized and made to feel inadequate or broken. They are cast out of standard cirlces and looked down upon.

The truth is…ordinary people are just asleep. They can’t see the things that “mentally ill” people can see. They are too distracted by pop culture and image and money and fame and attention. They are blinded by meaningless constructs while the “ill” are on a conquest for the deeper meaning of their own existence. And that’s ok. To each his own.

So what needs to change?

We as a society need to become more welcoming and accepting of different thought processes. We need to break the stigma that just because someone thinks differently they have a mental illness. We need to all come together and embrace diversity and find a place for everyone.

I will continue to believe that anyone who has ever been diagnosed with any kind of mental illness has rare gifts to share with this world. I will continue to encourage society to see things through different perspectives. And I will continue to proclaim that mental illness is a superpower.

To all of you out there who have been diagnosed with any form of mental illness, please know that there is nothing wrong with you. You’re beautiful and different from the rest. Don’t ever try to fit in. Because you are too special for that! Instead, learn more about yourself and the way you think and use it to your advantage. And ALWAYS use your superpowers for good!


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Check Mate

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A funny thing happens when you are in the midst of a crazy tumultuous time in your life. It’s like the whole time you know you’re preparing to enter a storm, and you have faith that you have all you need to defeat it, and you’re optimistic about the outcome. And feel ready for it. And then you invite it to battle.

That’s how it is for me, anyway. I lay in wait for the perfect time to make a move. Like the ultimate chess game. And I’m not willing to play you unless I invite you in. But I wait for you to invite me first without even knowing it. The subtle cues. The mannerisms. The things that make your pulse go up…especially that look I give you that tells you directly right off the bat that I’m reading into your soul at every moment and you will not be able to escape the pull.

And that’s right about the time you realize fully…..that you’ll never be able to conquer or defeat me, no matter what move you make against me.

Because even when I lose, I find a way to turn it into a win.

That’s my power.

Check Mate.