It’s been a while since I wrote, I know that. I’m ever so sorry.
Standing in front of 50,000 screaming fans, I just wanted to soak up the moment – it wasn’t that long ago that I thought I wouldn’t be here.
It's the year 2000. We survived Y2K, Britney's Oops…I Did it Again is huge, and George W. Bush is narrowly elected President.
So, you got fired—laid off, let go, reduced, restructured, canned, shit-canned.
In this book I’m going to show you how to heal your trauma and create real change in yourself, your relationships and your life.
Your wholeness cascades into many shapes. You run like a herd of luminous deer and I am dark, I am forest. — Rainer Maria Rilke
Blood drips into my right eye. Once. Twice. It’s blinding and searing at the same time.
Ask any problem child how they feel about being dumped at their eighth school in five years and you’ll get about the same answer.
He has the impertinence to laugh, as if they’re old friends, not murderer and victim.
It happened to people, this longing, emerging from an unknown void, grabbing the soul with a firm hand, the urge to simply let go and sink to the depths of the ocean.
