Honestly, what I am about to recount was an experience that my body withstood while my spirit floated helplessly overhead. It was the first time that I ever willingly put myself into a situation that I literally had no control over. I was 17 and I knew it all, I had just broken up for the third time with my manipulative now ex-husband; at the time we were dating. My way of getting back at the ex was to do everything that we did together but with other people – the drinking, partying and rebelling against my parents. I remember I had roped my best friend at the time into coming with me for a night that truly influenced the woman that I am today. My misery so desperately needed the company. At this point of my rebellious 17th year , I began hanging around a family member who was then and is still to this day fighting many demons of her own, we’ll call her la prima. La prima was even more disconnected from her sense of self than I was, every single weekend she’d lose herself to drugs,...
musings of a mala, Goddess, mother, sister, daughter, warrior and everything in between