Author Honey Badger

The yoni is more than just flesh and bone, It’s a symbol of strength, a love all its own.  It carries the wisdom of ages unknown, A source of healing, a place to atone.  Her yoni whispers secrets of old, Tales of love, of magic untold.  It calls for healing, for light to be bold, To cleanse the darkness, to break the mold. 

I wandered far and wide, lost and alone Searching for something I could never own But now I see, the truth is clear I must come home, face my fears

Healing from childhood sexual assault or rape is a complex and deeply personal journey. Survivors often face a unique array of challenges...

Active Listening Active listening is a powerful tool that plays a critical role in understanding and supporting survivors of sexual...

Trauma can have a lasting impact on both our bodies and minds, often causing physical tension and emotional distress.

A Woman Sitting Meditating next to Water Trauma is a deeply personal experience that can have lasting effects on our mental and emotional...

Once, she had been a vibrant, spirited woman, her laughter as bright as the sun that warmed her skin. But the scars of her past had left her broken, her spirit shattered by the trauma that had consumed her. The nightmares that haunted her sleep were a constant reminder of the horrors she had endured, and the waking world offered little respite.

As I sat by the river's edge, I felt a presence, a silent pledge, A blue heron gliding through the air, A graceful dance, beyond compare.  Its elegant form, a sight to behold, A symbol of peace, ancient and old, I felt a connection, deep and true, As if it knew just what to do. 

Survivors of abuse have stories to tell, Of pain and suffering that they've held, In their hearts for far too long, It's time to listen to their song.  The scars they carry are not just skin deep, They run through their souls, causing them to weep, For the innocence lost, the trust betrayed, It's time to offer them our aid. 

With Sagittarius Moon above, We find the strength to push and shove, Through the challenges that we face, And emerge with grace and poise and embrace.  Sagittarius Moon, so wise and strong, Teaches us to rise above and carry on, With positivity and optimism in our hearts, We can heal our wounds and mend our parts. 

Hakomi Somatic Therapist holding Womans head in her hands Healing Abuse with Hakomi Somatic Psychotherapy In the realm of healing abuse,...

Acupuncture in ear for PTSD Healing Abuse with Acupuncture In a small town, far and wide Lived a woman broken inside Abused and hurt, her...

Dealing with trauma is tough, especially during medical procedures. For patients with post-traumatic stress disorder (PTSD), even routine...

Rape is a deeply traumatic experience that can leave survivors with lasting psychological and physical scars. As conversations about...

Poetry is not just a creative outlet; it is a powerful tool for healing, particularly for veterans facing the invisible wounds of war....

Military service embodies values of dedication, courage, and sacrifice. However, hidden in the shadows of this revered institution is a...

In the vast expanse of this world so grand, Where countless souls roam, each with a story to tell, There is one truth that stands, ever so grand, A truth that echoes, a message to quell: You matter, my friend, in ways beyond measure, Your presence, your essence, a treasure to behold. For in this life, so fleeting, so full of pleasure, Your worth is not defined by what you've been told. From the moment you drew your first breath, You've been a beacon, a light in t

In a world of darkness and despair,  Let us be a lighthouse, shining bright and fair.  Guiding lost souls through the stormy night,  Giving hope and helping them see the light.  With a beam that reaches far and wide, Our love and compassion will be their guide.  Showing them the way to safe shores,  Where they can find peace forevermore.

In the depths of our minds, lies a silent scream  The echoes of trauma, like a haunting dream  Memories etched in our very bones  A legacy of pain, we carry alone.  Body memories, a cruel reminder  Of battles fought, and souls so tender  Post traumatic stress, a relentless foe  Casting shadows where we dare not go

In this world of chaos and distress, My body is my sanctuary, my sacred place, A vessel of strength, a fortress to address. Through all trials and tests, it does impress, My body is my home, my saving grace, In this world of chaos and distress.