Category: My Personal Journey
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Why My Brain Demands Naps (And What I’m Learning About It)

Every day, my brain pulls me into a strange rhythm—moments of focus collide with crashes I can’t explain. It’s not just about sleep; it’s something deeper, something tied to the way my mind navigates overload, energy, and rest. The answers feel close, but still out of reach.
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Welcome to My Brain: Buckle Up or Bail Out

What do beadwork, tea leaves, spicy noodle snakes, and painted wolves have in common? That’s not a riddle—it’s my brain on chaos, leaping from thought to thought like a butterfly riding the wind. Step in if you dare, but remember: the thread that ties it all together might unravel before we even start. Let’s dance…
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The Seven Grandfather Teachings: Respect (mâmawohkamâtowin ᒫᒪᐓᐦᑲᒫᑐᐏᐣ)

The Seven Grandfather Teachings—Wisdom, Love, Respect, Bravery, Honesty, Humility, and Truth—are anchors, guiding me toward a life that resonates with my heart and soul. Reflecting on these teachings, one at a time, feels like a meaningful way to grow and improve. Today, my reflection is on Respect. Respect is foundational within the Plains Cree tradition—it…
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A Risk That Saved My Life

The risk I took by seeking medical help for gallbladder issues, despite believing it was just GERD, saved my life. Delayed treatment could have led to a rupture, and my situation was dire. Trusting my aunty’s traditional medicine ultimately extended my survival until surgery, highlighting the value of self-advocacy and alternative healing methods.
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Friendship Exposes the Danger of a Predator

I trusted a friend with my struggles, seeking connection and understanding. Instead, I uncovered manipulation, dismissal, and danger—the predator hiding behind the mask of friendship. This is a story of betrayal, broken boundaries, and survival—a cautionary tale about friendship turned harmful.
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Bruises and Battle Scars: Surviving Myself

The tempest grew louder. Bruises formed, but not from the storm outside. How do you fight a chaos born within?
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Lost in Translation

Everything looks simple on the surface—words, actions, reactions. But what happens when the meaning isn’t layered, when interpretation isn’t part of the equation? When logic dictates understanding and emotions follow rules you can’t see? The world speaks in nuances, but what if you process it in absolutes? There are no hidden signals here—only patterns waiting…
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Between Words and Whispers

In the hush of unseen worlds, a presence lingers—quiet, constant, pulling me closer. Whispers trace the edges of the unknown, their warmth chasing shadows I’ve yet to name. What does it mean to crave touch in a space untouched, to ache for footsteps that have never crossed my threshold? Like threads of a tapestry unraveling…


