Author Honey Badger

Waking up each day presents a chance for renewal. Yet, for many, mornings bring the heavy toll of lower back pain coupled with unexpected...

Trauma can reshape our lives, affecting our physical and emotional health in profound ways. When trauma is tied to the solar plexus...

Dental visits can provoke a range of emotions, from unease to sheer terror. For some, these feelings are linked to past trauma, leading...

In a world where the voices of survivors should resonate loudly, the silence from those in power is painful. For countless individuals...

Trauma is inherently chaotic and often manifests in a multitude of unpredictable and complex ways, affecting individuals on emotional, psychological, and even physical levels. Among the various forms of trauma, rape stands out as one of the most severe violations of personal integrity and autonomy, leaving survivors feeling profoundly shattered and disoriented. The aftermath of such a traumatic event can lead to a range of debilitating emotions and reactions.

But behold! The tide shifts, Clouds gathering ominously overhead, The laughter fades into hushed tones, As waves of sadness crash like thunder, Heavy, relentless— Rolling in with the weight of memories, Like driftwood strewn upon the shore, Haunted by whispers of what once was. 

In our busy lives, we often push our emotions aside. We dismiss feelings of sadness, anger, or stress to maintain a sense of normalcy....

Trauma can leave lasting scars on our emotional and physical well-being. It often makes us feel disconnected from our bodies, leaving us...

In the quiet hum of the late hour, the world drifts into an embrace of shadows, where echoes of laughter play hide and seek, where whispers of pain linger in corners, uninvited guests at the feast of my thoughts.  The moon, a silver watchful eye, bears witness to the unraveling of time. 

Ah, the Vagus, named for the wandering soul, Stretching from the brain, through the neck, Cascading down through the chest, into the depths, Whispering tales to the heart, the lungs, the gut, Connecting us all in the intricate dance of life, A river of healing flow, bridging body and spirit. 

Trust the process, they say As we navigate through life’s winding way A journey filled with twists and turns But through it all, our faith still burns We face challenges and obstacles But we must trust in the impossible For every trial has its purpose Guiding us towards our true purpose The road may be long and rough But we must stay strong, stay tough For every setback is just a test To see if we truly believe in our quest

Post-traumatic stress disorder (PTSD) can be a life-altering condition resulting from traumatic experiences. For many individuals dealing...

Post Traumatic Stress Disorder (PTSD) can significantly impact daily life, often creating obstacles to peace and well-being. While...

When the bowls are finished, they are polished and bright, Their surfaces gleaming in the soft candlelight. Each one is unique, with its own special tone, A symphony of vibrations, a melody unknown.

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...

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

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. 

Bare feet on hard wood floor A Ballad of Resilience and Renewal In the depths of the soul, where shadows once reigned, A journey of...