Hello Loves, There is no problem too big for nature to solve. Nature is the soothsayer. The mystic. The healer. The Wise One. The magician. The teacher. The mother. I take all of my worries, fears, doubts, woes, and insecurities to nature. She is my greatest companion. I’ll meander along a trail deep into a… Continue reading Nature

Hello Loves, I have journaled for as long as I can remember. It started with a tiny locked diary when I was a kid. I wrote things like – today I ate mac n cheese for lunch and it was delicious and then I rode my bike and then I had to do homework which… Continue reading Journaling

Happy New Year Loves! Last night my fiancé and I sat at our kitchen table and created Vision Boards. This practice has been a part of my life for the last eighteen years. I enjoy connecting into my creative side and making meaningful art. I’ve used Vision Boards to acknowledge and give thanks for what… Continue reading Greetings 2022

Hi friends. For all those new to my blog, welcome! To the people who have been reading my posts from the beginning, thank you! Thousands of you have been following my Instagram account @lealovewriter, where I’ve posted daily positive quotes that have fed my soul (and hopefully have fed yours as well). I love my… Continue reading Urgent Care

My friend is going back to her abusive X. Slowly but surely. This is extremely difficult to witness. They separated and were firm enough on this decision to sell their family home. She bought her own place, and he bought his. They worked out child custody arrangements. She started counseling. He started counseling. Their kids… Continue reading She’s Going Back

Since time immemorial woman have been called crazy. I just finished watching Britney VS Spears, and all of the old injustices I have suffered through have resurfaced in my memory, and my anger has been rekindled. What does the singer, songwriter, dancer, actor, businesswoman and I have in common? Abuse. Abuse by our boyfriends. Abuse… Continue reading She’s Crazy

It started with phone calls. At first I would answer thinking it was my mom or a friend calling. My X raged on the other end of the line seething with sarcasm, hatred, and threats. I’d hop in my car with my baby, and drive to the police department. At the station, with my daughter… Continue reading Post Traumatic Stress

I haven’t had a night terror in a few years now. And for that I’m very grateful. But when my nights were affected by them, so were my days – I’d exist in an over-tired and exhausted bubble. They would come for many nights in a row, with a growing intensity. Then they’d taper off… Continue reading Night Terrors

They woke me most nights. As I relaxed into my home and surroundings, and felt loved and protected, my sleep changed. The more safe my little family was, the more intense my dream world became. In my day to day living, I had bouts of existing in survival mode. In my outer world I minimized… Continue reading Dreams

A lot of people are confused by words like abuse, domestic violence, and intimate partner violence. I know I was. For me when I thought of abuse it was always physical – shoving, slapping, punching, kicking, choking or worse. Yes, there is worse. Those images were very clear in my mind. But what I experienced… Continue reading Signs

Being in or leaving an abusive relationship is exhausting. I spent my precious life energy tiptoeing around an “overly-sensitive”, “moody”, and “hyper-reactive” partner. That was on his good days. Words that come to mind are: walking on eggshells, hypervigilant, cautious and wary. While I was actively trying to figure out how I could survive, not… Continue reading Exhaustion

Hello Loves, I remember the first shelter. An attentive woman picked me and my daughter up and took us to a safe house. I was exhausted and scared, but knew we were protected. There was an intake process that shook me. It was the point when I truly understood the extent of the abuse I… Continue reading Shelter