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I am a survivor of childhood abuse and have created an original song and lyric video that explores the fears and growth I've experienced. I’d love to share this with your community to help others feel less alone during Child Abuse Prevention Month.

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#capmonth ​#innerchildhealing ​#youarenotalone ​#EndTheStigma

Many people are in debt today for different reasons business struggles, family responsibilities, medical bills, education, or simply trying to survive. Being in debt does not mean you are lazy, careless, or a failure. It means life happened.
Debt can feel heavy. It can bring stress, shame, and silence. But remember this: your current situation is not your final destination. Debt is a season, not a life sentence.
Every effort you are making matters. Every honest step, every sacrifice, every time you choose hope over giving up it is seen. Sometimes the reward doesn’t come immediately as money. Sometimes it comes as wisdom, discipline, strength, and new opportunities.
Do not compare your journey with others. Focus on your own path. Small steps are powerful. Consistency will open doors you never imagined.
👉 Debt does not cancel your value.
👉 Struggle does not cancel your future.
👉 Delay does not mean denial.
Hold on. Keep going. Your reward will come in peace, provision, and restoration.
#debtrecovery
#financialhealing
#hopeoverfear
#keepgoing
#resilience
#faithandfinance
#growthseason
#breakthroughcoming
#youarenotalone

When I started reading stories here, I realized how powerful shared experiences can be.

So many of you haveI thought… why don't we help each other a little

Let's share a small piece of advice — something that hel

It doesn't have to be perfect or big. Sometimes the simplest things mean

My advice:

On hard days, I stopped forcing myself to “be strong” all the time.

I learned that allowing myself to rest, cry, and feel tired without guilt is also a form of strength.Sometimes just admitting that today is heavy is the

I'd really love to read ur advice🌱

#youarenotalone #Depression

When I started reading stories here, I realized how powerful shared experiences can be.

So many of you haveI thought… why don't we help each other a little

Let's share a small piece of advice — something that hel

It doesn't have to be perfect or big. Sometimes the simplest things mean

My advice:

On hard days, I stopped forcing myself to “be strong” all the time.I learned that allowing myself to rest, cry, and feel tired without guilt is also a form of strength. Sometimes just admitting that today is heavy is the

I'd really love to read ur advice🌱#youarenotalone #Depression #Advice I'd really love to read ur advice🌱

#youarenotalone #Depression #adive

When I started reading stories here, I realized how powerful shared experiences can be.

So many of you haveI thought… why don't we help each other a little

Let's share a small piece of advice — something that hel

It doesn't have to be perfect or big. Sometimes the simplest things mean

My advice:

On hard days, I stopped forcing myself to “be strong” all the time.

I learned that allowing myself to rest, cry, and feel tired without guilt is also a form of strength.

Sometimes just admitting that today is heavy is the

I'd really love to read ur advice🌱#youarenotalone #Depression #adive

Major Depressive Disorder (MDD) can affect how you think, feel, and function in daily life. It’s more than feeling sad; it’s a medical condition that deserves the same care and respect as any physical illness. While recovery can take time, there are evidence-based approaches that can make a real difference.

Establishing a daily routine provides structure and helps reduce the sense of aimlessness depression can cause. Even small habits, like stepping into the morning sunlight or waking up at a consistent time, can have a positive effect. Engaging in behavioral activation - deliberately scheduling meaningful activities even when motivation feels low, has been shown to gradually lift mood. Prioritizing sleep and nutrition supports energy and brain function, giving your body the tools it needs for emotional resilience.

Therapy and medication can be powerful allies. Cognitive Behavioral Therapy (CBT), Dialectical Behavioral Therapy (DBT) and other therapeutic approaches, combined with antidepressants when appropriate, have strong evidence for their effectiveness. Equally important is social connection. Trusted friends, supportive communities, and peer groups offer encouragement, accountability, and a reminder that you are not facing this alone.

MDD can make hope feel distant, but healing is possible. Every small action is a step toward a life where depression no longer has the final say. You are more than your diagnosis, and your future is not defined by this moment.

#DepressionAwareness #mentalhealtheducation #EvidenceBased #youarenotalone

“Some promises hurt more when they’re broken than if they were never made at all.”

I thought I had felt it all.
The butterflies.
The magnetic pull.
The way the world fell quiet when our eyes locked.
All the clichés I used to scoff at - I lived them.
And I thought that meant it was real.

But what I really felt… was hope.
Hope that this one was different.
That this one would stay.
That this one would love me through it, not just love me when I was easy to love.

I showed him the darkest parts -
the corners of my story I usually keep hidden,
the jagged truths I never speak out loud.
And he didn’t run.
He did just the opposite.
He leaned in.
He comforted.
He promised.

Not just to stay -
but that if that time ever came,
if distance ever threatened what we had,
there would be a conversation first.
A moment.
A warning.
A chance to not be blindsided.

But there was no conversation.
There was no warning.
Just silence.
Just the slow realization that he had left me emotionally before he ever physically did.

And the part that hurts the most?
I believed him.
I let go of my fears because I thought—for once—I was safe.
That someone had finally seen me and didn’t want to leave.

But now I know.
Some people say things not because they mean them,
but because they know you do.

#BrokenPromises #lossandlove #writingthroughgrief #emotionalabandonment #SurvivorVoice #mentalhealthmatters
#Stillhere #SurvivorStory
#healingjourney
#ThisIsWhy
#EndTheStigma
#LiveAnotherDay
#youarenotalone
#FromDarknessToLight
#strongerthanmystormm

🧺 The Basket of Markers: A Post-Spravato Revelation

Tonight, I got high.
Not just “I’m giggly and everything feels soft” high — I mean clarity high. The kind that creeps up when you’re just living your weird little life, surrounded by your weird little things, and suddenly boom — therapy-level insight smacks you in the face with a Sharpie.

You see, I’m kind of a hoarder. Not the kind they make TV shows about (yet), but close.
Especially when it comes to stuff that makes me happy. Craft supplies. Journaling pens. Markers. Planners. If it comes in all the colors, I want all the colors. And not just want — I obsess. I organize. I keep things forever because I swear to myself, I’m gonna get back into that someday.

I don’t just have one planner.
I have five.
Each has a purpose, a location, and they’re all synced up like the Pentagon of personal organization. That’s how I work. That’s how my brain has always tried to create control out of chaos.

And then there’s my marker collection. We’re talking gel tips, fine points, Sharpies, off-brand craft store specials, and yes — I recently bought a 262-color mega pack because apparently, I like to own coloring even though I do it maybe three times a year.

But here’s the thing.

Tonight, I bought a new basket.
A Longaberger — because yeah, I collect those too.

And instead of separating every marker by brand, as I’ve always done, I put them all together.

Still color-coded (duh — I’m not a monster).
But for the first time, not by brand.

All mixed up.
All in one basket.

And in that quiet little moment, I realized:

This basket is me now.

Before, everything in my life was separated:
🖤 Before trauma / after trauma
🖤 Before the pain / after the breakdown
🖤 Before Owen died / after the world collapsed

I kept it all compartmentalized — like trauma Tupperware. Neatly labeled. Sealed shut. Keep the mess contained.

But since starting Spravato, something shifted.
My thoughts are no longer all-or-nothing.
My identity isn’t black-and-white.
And my healing doesn’t need labels.

Just like those markers, I can exist in the same basket.

The grief.
The growth.
The obsession.
The creativity.
The sadness.
The sparkle.

It all goes together now.

So maybe I’m still a little OCD, and maybe I’ll still color-code by rainbow arc because I like pretty things. But I’m not organizing by trauma anymore.

I’m organizing by joy.
By who I am now.
By what makes sense in this moment.

And that’s not crazy.
That’s recovery.

So yeah, maybe it’s just a stoned night with a bunch of markers and a woven basket…
Or maybe it’s Sigmund Freud meets radical self-love, with a gel pen in hand and a giggle in my throat.

Either way, I’m keeping the damn basket.
And I’m keeping all of me in it.

⸻

By Jenn
🌈 Color-coder of chaos. Hoarder of hope. Marker-wielding warrior.
#postspravatolife #healingoutloud #ocdbutmakeitart

#postspravatolife
#Stillhere
#healingjourney
#EndTheStigma #youarenotalone #FromDarknessToLight
#WhenNothingElseWorked
#GriefIsLoveWithNowhereTo #GriefIsLoveWithNowhereToGo #mentalhealthmatters #SpravatoSavedMe #writingtoheal #strongerthanmystorm #SpravatoHope #healingjourney #EndTheStigma #keepgoing