Mother Earth is slapping us upside the head right now y’all — LISTEN UP!

A few years ago I faced a life-threatening illness that taught me how to read all these “signs.”

I had spent far too many years working a job that had sapped my spirit and made me brittle and bitter and bereft of inner light. Prestigious position. Quite the achievement. Everyone thought so.

And though I had to force myself out of the car everyday when I arrived at work, and sobbed all the way home some evenings, I was living on the hope that my sacrifice would prevent my daughter from ever having to do the same.

Yep. That’s what I told myself.

But at some point, it became a kind of abuse. It wasn’t about my daughter, it was about something else — something to do with me, myself. Some debilitating imbalance I hadn’t acknowledged. Didn’t consciously even know about.

But I made it altruistic. Convinced myself it was for a good cause.

And I almost got away with it. In fact, I’d retired before my soul rose up and sent me to what could’ve been my death bed. Where I lay for over nine months, battling Stephens Johnson Syndrome, an allergic reaction to meds that burns your body from the internal organs out.