​While many of us were confined to our homes for a year, we all experienced some form  of feeling alone. When you have or provide care for someone with a mental health challenge or mental illness such a decrease in socialization can bring on devastating lows.
 

​While at work I look out the window at the early raining summer sky thinking, will I go through depression for the rest of my life. Sometimes I fool myself that because it is summer that the sun will protect me from all the low spots in my mind. Magically they will go away, and I will not have to take this medicine for the rest of my life. 

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When is the last time you looked at your yoni, your vagina, your p****y, your pocketbook, your coochie, your honey pot? Just stopped to admire her/him/she. This is a question I’ve asked every single women I’ve encountered in my private healing mental spiritual wellness practice.

​During a shift at work in 2009, I had a task of restocking the accessory department with handbags, hats, shades, and other items from the stockroom. I was six months pregnant, but I was determined to continue to produce quality work. I grabbed my dolly, scanning machine and proceeded to climb the 20-step rolling ladder to begin throwing boxes to the floor.