Show Me

Darlings, where do we begin? How is it we hide those parts from the world out of fear of being seen and rejected? That’s old programming: the voices from the past full of the power we continue to give them. They serve nothing here. However, we listen. A hundred people can tell you that you are fabulous but you will listen to the one person who tells you (or shows you) otherwise.





I want to know the real you. The raw parts that make you come alive. The yummy memories that make you smile. I want to know what has ached so deeply that you keep reliving it, feeding it and not allowing yourself growth.

There is where your stories lie….

There is where the lies began.

Show me!

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