Proud of you Viking!  Keep up the good work!


Despite my rant on Monday about the decrease in blog views, the followers number just keeps on rising. I absolutely love you all! I truly hope I never get used to this. As I said before, a book giveaway is coming at 1000! Thank you! – Viking



This can help lots of people. ~Sara

Cristian NewmanIn my books, “The Empath’s Survival Guide” and “Emotional Freedom,” I describe emotional empaths as a species unto themselves. Whereas others may thrive on the togetherness of being a couple, for empaths like me, too much togetherness can be difficult, may cause us to bolt. Why? We tend to intuit and absorb our partner’s energy,…



How do you express yourself?~ Sara

Being our true self can be overwhelming at times in a society that is often overly judgmental. For many of us we’re taught that certain behaviors and ways are the best way of doing things, and expected for us to do. Therefore, when we don’t live up to these expectations, we might be judged, ashamed […]


Limits can’t get me.

I kept telling myself this since mid September. There were days that I was frustrated. They call it state of emergency. I call it a calamity.  The question I keep asking is why.

Stateside never trained me for any if this. I drafted an email to explain my discouragement. The best thing I did was make arrangements for my son’s Christmas gift. That I had some control over. Forgotten is something I fear the most. I see so much that emotionally drains me to the core.

I refuse to be a robot and be detached. Many people would be shocked. How do you feel love in this world? No I will not be limited. Been there done that. I must move on. For my sake to become Molly again.


Shared:  When Pain Stops You From Praying

Thank you Natalie. I needed this.


I have a confession to make. I believe the Lord wanted/wants me to pray for the full restoration of my relationship with my children’s Father.  It sounds bizarre, crazy and ridiculous, but in the core of my spirit this is what I believe He wants me to do, and yet I can’t. My ex has […]


Reblog: Handle with Care

I sometimes take a picture of you because you’re just so adorable and amazing and beautiful. And sometimes I catch a hint of fragility in what the camera catches. Other times I see huge heaping mounds of it. Giant reserves of delicate. Like you’re a crystal chandelier in the shape of my beautiful boy. And […]


Reblog: God is working

I think I’ve reached the point in my life where I’m really learning how to give my frustrations to God. I’m a person who continuously strives to do, do and do, because I do not like to stand still, especially when I know I’m far from where I want to be. God […]



I am not the average person. I came to America at a young age. I was never a leader, but I wanted to. If I wasn’t so shy I could say a lot of things. I was bullied because I was different. The bullies well they looked just like me, but they were different. What they saw was a skinny girl who had a funny name. I had to work hard for several years to prove to myself that I wasn’t a skinny girl who actually had a voice. I was told that I had a mind and was smart. It took me years to get over that image in my mind. I hated the word skinny or boney. I perfered slender and smart. On the outside I didn’t look like all the other girls. On the inside past the hand me down clothes and the wannabe charm. I was a girl who just wanted to be accepted, loved, and cherished. It has taken me half of my life to look at food to be a friend and not a bad thing. I could eat so much and still not be full. If I didn’t have a safety net of people to remind me who I really am I would have become a very bitter person. See this is not a sob story. No this is a survivor’s story. I can be anyone, anywhere, or anybody. No I am not a typical person. I am me. I am a human being who wants to be loved and cherished. Look past my broken heart because it has been shattered to pieces too many times. I just keep on putting on a bandage to cover the wounds. I worked hard to make a life for myself. I just have to find somone to accept me. Broken heart and all.

The smile on my face.

The smile on my face hides the scars on the inside. I was verbally torn to pieces. I was punished with no affection. “You didn’t clean the house right!” “You can’t eat that it is childish!” “He doesn’t need that because he would be a baby!” Phrases like this haunt me like nightmares. Only they weren’t a dream. While other women got the food they craved when they were pregnant I had to work hard to earn my ice cream. People told me it was not normal. How was I suppose to know what normal was.

Yes I have a smile on my face, but it hides the true feeling I have on the inside. Now I am trying to heal those scars with the help of the ones who truely love me. I don’t need to earn it. I already had it.

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