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Chapter 2 of The Automaton

Chapter one of The Automaton. While Calantha waits for her life-saving surgery, she comes across an unlikely friend.

I knew my mind well enough that it was in need of self-reflection, action and changed behavior so that I can be a wiser, stronger person.

A Poem: Nature makes art of itself without knowing, without regard for its counterparts or species.

His name is Arnold Jaglito D. Wanderer Atpay. AKA "The Admiral."

In order for the OBGYN to take me seriously I had to tell her, "I don't want to live anymore."

When I'm visiting places, locations, spaces, I let them be what they are.

This is not going to sit well with most people:

My husband caught me red handed.

I am back on medical leave nearly a year after the first one.

I know I trigger some people when they get too close. It's the ones who haven't met themselves. The ones who haven't done the work to heal.

The blog post "Containing Multitudes" was more of a rant rather than an essay, everything said was true and boldly honest.

I know it all sounds contradicting. That's because life is.

Why ghosting hurts highly sensitive people so much.

The clouds come back, with the rain, And as it pelts the treetops, And works its way down to the earth’s floor, Where my spirit resides, I sigh with the knowledge that I can weather the storms, And accept the gift.   Because the rain is no longer acidic, The wild beasts are no longer rabid for my blood. The thistle no longer cuts and thrashes. The wasps have lost their appetite for chaos. The sun no longer bites at my pearled skin.   I’ve never been this beautiful before. So

As you heal, as you are healing (because it’s a journey and never a destination, you just keep getting better at it the more you work on yourself) You were able to recognize the joy that came from past hobbies and know what they mean now.