Heal Yourself = Heal The Planet 🤯

When I was a kid, I’d sometimes have a problem with my Dad. He wasn’t violent or anything like that… but he could be a massive pain in the ass. So I’d be honest with him and tell him how I felt. Like a lot of parents, he hated it. Instead of taking my feedback … Continue reading

No, My Parents Didn’t Give Me Drugs When I Was 7 Years Old

I remember it like it was yesterday. The corner room of my childhood house. Upstairs. 7 years old. Buried beneath a pile of blankets. Hearing the wild party going on all around me. The chinking of wine glasses. Singing of songs. Dancing. Laughing. Talking. Flirting. Except… …there was no party. I was alone in my … Continue reading