The photons call out in desperation, for the body to pay attention.
Overcome the narcissist. I've got a free ticket for you.
Running my fingers over the scars, I close my eyes.
They will become entombed within the ancient earth and the wildflowers.
I'm putting life together piece by piece, repurposing what was once mine. I'm no longer the broken, frail girl I used to be.
To find your balance, master the art of gratitude.
This passage from my memoir "Cult Child" discusses a near-death experience I had when I was five years old.
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TRANCE: The Cathy O'Brien Story Review
"I need your assistance," I said to the sky. "I am fatigued."
Children bring reminders of so many things.