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I have been writing my thoughts for ages for my eyes only. Speaking with others here I found they blog for
many different reasons. Some similar to mine.
Some I can relate to, others not so much. But underneath it all is the vulnerability in sharing one’s thoughts with a community that they feel deeply connected to. Sharing their journey, their trauma, their fantasies takes courage and I applaud each and every one of them. For me I had been thinking about it and my wonderful dominant nudged me and told me I should. He said that sharing my story may help someone else, who like me struggles with past trauma.
Everyone’s story is different, but underlying there is a thread that binds us together. Take solace in knowing you are not alone and there are others out there that have shared experiences. My blogs, though deeply personal are meant to bring light and hope and to open honest discourse.
1 month ago. Tuesday, December 9, 2025 at 12:02 PM

“If anyone will not welcome you or listen to your words, leave that home or town and shake the dust off your feet.”

I know there was a time that I spiraled out of control…I hit rock bottom very painfully. I’ve been the girl who had a “defining moment.”

But I’ll tell you what I know for sure: What matters most is not what’s been DONE. What matters most is what you DO NEXT.

I am owning my mess. I have humbled myself. I am picking up the broken pieces and making it my mission to remember I am a child of God. I am learning to love myself and learning to be a better mother, daughter and friend. To be the light. To be more supportive. And I have seen what friendship truly is… Because anybody can walk beside you in the sunshine… But a friend willing to climb down into the pit and help you fight your way back up? Those are rare. Those are sacred.

For those who stood by me, thank you.

For those that didn’t and wanted to just stir the pot, and to throw gasoline on my dumpster fire…
I will pray for you….

For those of you that continue to twist the knife you embedded in my back…..

Block.
Phone. Facebook. Access denied.

Because listen…

I am and always will be a meet you on the battlefield kind of friend.

I’m a hold my wine, while I get my baseball bat and we ride at dawn kind of friend.

I’m a stand in the chaos with you until you’re safe kind of friend.

But I am NOT a kick-somebody-while-they’re-down friend.

Those kind of “friends” are not friends. They’re vipers, lurking in the grass ready to strike.
Your joy and happiness starts to die the moment you give those kind of “friends” access.

Shake the dust off your feet when people refuse truth, refuse peace, and refuse transformation.

Not everyone deserves a front-row seat to your life. Remember you decide who stays…
and who gets dusted off.


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