Writing not only helps heal, but craft the stories of our soul.

Hey beautiful souls, before we dive into this I want to share with you that this newsletter will no longer just be for monthly updates, but for writing pieces that come from my soul.

Writing has always been my secret weapon when it comes to healing and I want to share that with you. Outside of my normal once a month posts/emails, you’ll receive these bodies of work here and there.

In My Healing Bag started as a podcast to share my voice and experience, evolved into a newsletter and now I want to share more of my gifts with you all. These pieces will be real, raw, and vulnerable—as healing is. Before each piece, I will try my best to preface trigger warnings if necessary.

If you choose to stay on this journey with me—thank you. 🫶🏾 If this isn’t your jam, no pressure if you’d like to unsubscribe.

Little Me Knew…

Before I’m a healer, I’m a writer. Yearning to be heard, yearning to be seen. I started writing to escape the traumas of my childhood. The stories I created allowed me to step into a life I didn’t tangibly have access to. It was healing me before I knew what healing was. I’d write stories about my future self, what she’d do, what she’d look like, and where she’d live.

A single mom living in NY with her daughter. I’d be in a position of power—a fashion designer or maybe a lawyer.

I always saw myself as someone being independent but found it fascinating that none of my archetypes ever included a man. I was the masculine. As I write this I realize that it was me showing up as the masculine I had to take on as a child to survive and feel safe.

In a way, I was overcoming and healing by creating a new life for myself as the fantasy adult me—standing alone, holding the hand of my younger me, my inner child.

Now as an adult, who still writes, I see the life I forged for myself and manifested before I even knew it. Me a grown woman, fostering a safe space for her inner child and holding her hand every step of the way. As I heal my divine feminine, I find balance between in my masculine and feminine, no longer needing to be in control.

Yes, majority of my life was operating in my masculine, but as I forge a new path of my life, I rest in safety as I nurture my younger self/inner child. She’s finally safe. She’s not alone. I am mothering the parts of myself that are needed to be healed and nurtured.

Thank you to little me who wrote the stories of my future. Who didn’t know what she was doing before she did. I was creating my path before I knew it and to her I say thank you.

This girl was smart and wise beyond her years. They say children don’t know much, but I knew everything. Who I wanted to be and who I was gonna be. Takes me back to a dream I had at 7 years old…

(now remember I said my stories never included a man..)

I sat around a round table taking in scenery around me. Tall glass window framed the walls from ceiling to floor, as a view of grass and trees as tall as the sky filled the outside. Across from me sat my mother and a woman, who I recognized to be an event planner.

“Were we planning a wedding?” I thought.

My mother spoke with the woman about things I couldn’t make out, but next to me my hand laid on another hand of a woman, whom I recognized to be my future wife.

I couldn’t make out her face but I knew her essence. It felt familiar.

After waking up, I wondered what it all meant.

“Was I marrying a woman?” I thought to myself.

Something within me confirmed it, but it didn’t scare me.

This dream would soon be forgotten until it reignited 11 years later when I came out.

Fast forward 13 years later and I’m standing at the altar hand in hand with my soon to be wife. We recite our vows, surrounded by the people we love on an outdoor deck that sits over a body of water.

The view?

Grass and trees as tall of as the sky.

Baby girl was an Oracle and still is. 💅🏾