Shadowwork Stories

I Loved You in the Dark is a poetic autobiography born from visions, grief, spiritual warfare, heartbreak, and rebirth. It is a story told in fragments, soft, aching, prophetic, unfolding the life of a girl who grew up seeing what others denied, survived what no one could name, and became a woman forged in both shadow and light. From childhood moments of intuition and ghost-sightings... to witnessing a sister's death before it happened... to enduring four years of psychic attack, generational trauma, and spiritual isolation... to loving the wrong people, losing herself, breaking rules she once held sacred, and mourning relationships that shaped her... these poems reveal the path of a soul learning discernment, fighting darkness, and returning to God through fire.

Another rambling of mine. This time the topic is about facing our "demons". More specifically, fears.

A poem reminiscing on a time when I was deep in shadow work. Remembering the depths I've gone to in order to become rooted in my purpose. Reminding myself to stay grounded as my world keeps evolving & expanding into everything I've ever dreamed of.

I grew up thinking that I didn't need love. That I was tough, independent, and had a heart of ice. However, it wasn't until I met my Twin Flame and went through my spiritual awakening that I finally realized the truth. During the biggest tower moment of my life, it dawned on me that it wasn't because I was "tough" and "couldn't" feel love, but in fact, it was because I was a coward and had been subconsciously picking men I knew I wouldn't fall in love with....The foundation that I had built for myself all these decades of believing I was capable of turning my feelings off came crumbling down. I wasn't strong at all. I was weak and knew I couldn't handle love. My heart has never been whole for a very long time. It has been broken and stomped on at the age of six-year-old. My inner child had to protect what was left of the fragile pieces. These are my experiences and lessons I've learned, once I truly opened my eyes. From self-acceptance to self-healing, and self-love, it was never about fixing myself. What I needed to do was learn to live with my past and my darkness. Only when I can live in the light with my shadow hand-in-hand can I really understand the meaning of unconditional love. Only then did I finally realize who the love of my life truly was.

Description: I don't whisper when I'm wounded. I don't shrink so you can feel big. And I don't do polite healing-it's loud, messy, hilarious, sacred, and very much still in progress. Welcome to Receptive Sovereignty™-a wild, gut-punching, f-bomb-laced memoir wrapped in ancestral echoes, illustrated rage, sacred profanity, and a refusal to make trauma palatable. This isn't self-help. This is self-resurrection. I died in 2009. I came back... louder. Inside, you'll meet: - ✹ Givewound™: the ache of giving too much to the wrong ones - ✹ Shrinkwrap™: the spiritual plastic we wrap around our gifts - ✹ Traumedy™: crying, laughing, and sweating in a library with no AC - ✹ Big Dick Contest™: spiritual ego meets generational exhaustion - ✹ Truthover™: the hangover after you finally tell your truth This book is for the ones who've had enough of spiritual bypassing, fake feminine energy, and healing that's more about branding than becoming. If you've ever screamed in a car, cussed in a prayer, or sobbed while writing your truth down just to breathe again-this is your story too. 🎁 Read the full book FREE today on Amazon 👉 https://a.co/d/3h6HW1H

This is not a story. It's an open letter from a wounded heart-a refuge where my thoughts can breathe as I cling to my sanity in a world that feels like it's unraveling. I've often dreamed of creating a space of my own-a site where my voice could flourish. But I recognize my own inconsistencies and know that, for now, I'm not ready to fully embrace such a profound opportunity. So, I've chosen this space instead-a place where my heart can speak freely and my thoughts can rest. With every page I turn in this journey, I hold on to the hope of finding healing, piece by piece. To you, the reader, I send peace, love, and light.

Between Details and Destinies is a poetry collection that navigates emotional transformation, memory, identity, and the sacred tension between light and shadow. Structured through evolving phases of reflection, clarity, illumination, and embodiment, these poems explore what it means to carry grief, rediscover the self, and listen to the hidden rhythms of the soul. With metaphoric language and philosophical depth, the collection invites readers into a quiet unfolding-where small details shape vast destinies.

To let go

It is series of love letter I write for myself to self-encourage to keep going without losing hope in life

This story is of two autistic sisters, Devan and Deja, surviving an abusive living situation with their older sister. They make their first friends and learn have to navigate those new relationships. They learn how to fill new roles as their reality shifts rapidly. This story is loosely based on my real life events. The main characters are my shadow selves. This is my healing journey.

Unseen Kingdom is a haunting, poetic story told through the eyes of a young girl who finds herself trapped in a dark, crumbling realm. A place not of monsters, but of voices. Six shadowy figures surround her, each one louder than the last, each echoing the kind of pain that sinks into the soul: dismissal, control, cruelty, neglect. She doesn't remember how she got here. But she knows the cold. She knows the silence. As the voices grow louder, she must decide whether to stay quiet or to speak. Whether to disappear or to take up space. Guided by something ancient and unseen, something that feels like hers, she begins to pull herself from the depths. Unseen Kingdom is a fable for the ones who were told to shrink. A story of reclaiming voice, rewriting the rules, and becoming the warmth they said didn't belong in the dark.

Maybe they're not your friends. The hood guy might be your true love. Life experiences are added "spices" to our lives. This is not your traditional cook book, it's a conscious cookbook! It's just some suggestive self-care recipes with a splash of experiences to serve you something good. These are not food recipes, however I used some words or food names to illustrate how interesting self-care is.

These are my journal entries from long ago. These are entries my Angels had specifically told me that others needed to see, so I will share them now. Hoping that you can find someone who understands you. Hoping that you can find someone who knows exactly what you're feeling. I've felt all of those bad things too. I can genuinely tell you that IT DOES NOT LAST FOREVER. It is absolutely true that it's gets better. It's a fact if you let it. Through a tremendous amount of healing, self work, and pouring a whoole lot of love into myself I am in an AMAZING place. After a lot of hard years I'm finally getting there. I'm not saying this to brag, I'm saying this so that you are certain. I am proof. You will get through! Keep shining. You're amazing and I freaking love you 🥺💖 ****** DISCLAIMER ⚠️⚠️⚠️ These entries will remain untouched. If you cannot bare the sight of poor punctuation, maybe some grammar, and a weird look to em- please do not continue 😂😂😂 Ummmm I'm not sure if I should put anything about a TW... at this time I was a heartbroken individual and life was really rough for me. I didn't truly have anybody except for myself and.. in a way it's still kind of like that but I'm very much okay. Every entry is not doom and gloom. I'm just going off the one I've just read. It's been a long time since I've seen them. ANYWAYS I'm rambling. Enjoy... or just feel, that's okay too. Ugh 😩 I'm so upset my dates got placed out of order.. it must be for a reason. pls don't mind it 😭 <The cover photo came from Pinterest, I do not own> 4 U--> 💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖

Okay. Now, I do like song-Writing. But, You see, This Story File right here Is a File for the Songs that Remain to be unknown For anything big, Therefore, They are concepts. Read Or Don't, Either Is fine. (P.S. Some of This Music will be About Possibly triggering topics, or Have Cursing/Swearing In them. Readers discretion is advised.)

He was the type to shrug at ruin. Cold, cocky, careless-his mask was confidence, but beneath it lay only dust and absence. Promises meant nothing. Apologies never came. He moved through others' lives like a storm without aftermath, leaving behind silence, not sorrow. At least, that's what he told himself. But now, something clings to him. A shadow etched in red. A raven, slick and bleeding with memory, has nested on his head-its claws sunk into the rot of everything he pretended not to feel. No one else sees it, but it watches him constantly, whispering truths he spent years ignoring. He doesn't remember the names of those he hurt. But the raven does. And as the walls of his reality melt into guilt-soaked hallucinations, the figure who once stood above it all is forced to reckon with a version of himself even he forgot existed. He is nameless. He is forgotten. But the raven remembers.

A journey through shadows, stillness, and self-love. In a world seen only with the third eye, Răzvan must turn fear into light-before the darkness consumes him.

These stories are "fan fiction" or extra ideas for my own stuff that couldn't make into the finished product, but I wanted to play with anyways. Alternative scenarios, people living who died, people died who should have lived. That type of thing. These characters are real but there are differences here from my manuscripts. Hope you enjoy 🖤🧡

This is a really short, even if u have no idea what this is, you should read it anyways because it'll no doubt take you only a minute and help a girl out you know?

Storm eee storm (eee!) look at how the sky is flashing, a dashing mystery, and whatever comes will be as it was meant to be, all else is make-believe, dream-weaved in reality to suit one's needs, ultimately, in time; was it worth it?