
Tag: I was a promiscuous teen


How Speaking My Truth Reduced My Anxiety Level by Half
I was talking to my friend, and I told her about how feeling better is great and my temptation during these high times is to announce, “ALL FIXED!” to the world and move on with my life in a permanent state of bliss and peace. But in the back of my head, I know it’s a cycle. I know there will be another down swing at some point. Then I thought…does there have to be?

How My Anxiety Strategies Are Saving Me Both Reactively and Proactively
I know that my feelings are my feelings, and they come from me. At the same time, I know that not all of my feelings are the truth, and I can call them out as false if I just engage in a little conversation with them. Sometimes, I find both truth and false in the feeling, but then I can decide what to do based on that distinction, rather than based on an overblown and sometimes imaginary feeling. Cool, huh?
Be a Lighthouse: How I Protest Every Day

April is Sexual Assault Awareness Month and I Have ALL the Emotions
After ten days of solo travel, one hell of a podcast interview, and once again being contacted by many sexual trauma survivors, I am feeling free, sad, compassionate, burdened, happy, grateful, and like I need more coffee.

Marigny Goodyear on The Mental Illness Happy Hour
https://mentalpod.com/archives/5168.

How Trying New Things is a Great Way to Discover More About Our Fear

Forgiveness, Acceptance, and the Crazy Path to Getting There
Two weeks ago, I shared my biggest secret with the world, and a change has occurred within me. I feel different. I look in the mirror and I look different to myself. I'm not sure I can give this change a name, but I can give you a few examples of what's happening:

Reclaiming My Broken Heart
My blog post, I Was A Promiscuous Teen: An Open Letter to All the Men from My Past (see below) has gone viral, and the response has been intense. We need to keep talking, sharing our secrets and burdens. I truly feel as though I have reclaimed my heart and my power, and I no longer feel terrified of this part of my past.