Lately I’ve been in a battle with myself this battle against my inner child. The problems of childhood springing up. Realizing how unconnected I was with myself- with the universe with my own energy. 

My living circumstances have changed and I’m living at home again. It isn’t what I wanted. It still isn’t what I want. More than anything I’d like it to be the 3 of us again living breathing eating meals together waking up together. But it’s not. And although some moments are harder than others I think in my heart I’m truely content and working towards finding a little happiness a little love more love for myself. For being a parent. For my daughter who has healed me, my inner child and helped me to realize every day that I am love.