Hello, Interwebs. It’s been a while, yes? I am not here to apologize for that, though.

I’m here to declare that I am surfacing. Let me explain.

If you’ve followed me on the socials or taken classes with me for any length of time, you’re aware that the last few years have not been kind to me. I’m not going to go into detail here because I’ve already written more than enough about that but the very abridged, listicle form of this looks something like:

  • The end of my marriage and all that entailed (five years of push pull, continued emotional abuse, and protracted grief)
  • The death of my father
  • The diagnosis of one of my children with a devastating mental illness
  • An ill-advised move that led, after a soul crushing six months of living with an unmedicated schizophrenic, to my taking refuge in a friend’s basement until I found a place to land
  • A move from one city to another in the middle of a global pandemic
  • The “shedding years” wherein I realized that many of my most cherished relationships were actually shituationships*
  • Being diagnosed with C-PTSD & narcissistic abuse syndrome
  • An absolutely devastating break up
  • Lack of support around said break up that led to my shedding yet more shituationships
  • The worst and most long lasting depression I’ve ever experienced which led to a terrible case of executive dysfunction
  • Tax troubles due to the executive dysfunction (which are currently being sorted out)
  • The death a beloved friend, which happened after a massive rupture in our relationship so I didn’t get to say goodbye
  • Isolation due to the depression
  • Jan 6th, the war in Ukraine, the continuing pandemic
  • COVID hit me in April of 2022 and the brain fog continues
  • A troubled relationship with alcohol (ongoing)
  • More shedding of shituationships
  • Hitting the motherlode (literally) in therapy

There were good things, too. They can be abridged like so:

  • Continued to keep my body and soul together
  • Refined and redefined my little empire so it served me better
  • Created and taught Moonshine for going on six years
  • Developed Journal52, Journal Jam, Prayers To The Moon, and multiple year long programs for Patreon
  • Built my Patreon up to triple digits (I hover there around 180 patrons!)
  • Dedicated myself to a creative spiritual practice that helped sustained me
  • Stayed in therapy despite it being one of the most searingly painful endeavors of my life
  • Called out one of my abusers and held him to account for what he’d done
  • Ruptured repairs with my children
  • Retired Book Of Days in favor of programs that better suit my mystical nature

And in and amongst all of that, I managed, somehow, to keep all my commitments to the collaboratives I contracted to teach in AND was on time 98% with the programs I run for my network of Wilderlovelies.

In other words, I’m still here.

I called this post “surfacing” because it perfectly expresses how it feels to be me right now at this point in my life. I haven’t quite broken the surface yet, but I can see that gorgeous, wavering circle of light above me. I am still tired, still suffering with what I think might be long COVID (heart palpitations, fatigue, brain fog, weird brain zaps), still forever trying to claw my house back out of the chaos that it became while I was in the throes of depression. I’m still unsure where I’m going. I’m still anxious a lot of the time. I’m still afraid a lot of the time.

But I don’t wake up crying anymore. I don’t have to fight the ideation demon, if you know what I mean. I don’t lose it over spilled coffee or forgetting the laundry ’till it mildews (an all too frequent occurrence) or a typo or broken link in one of my offerings. I don’t feel like I’m going to vibrate myself right out of my skin every second of every day. I want to live.

I want to live. And that’s progress. So I’ll take it.

I’m telling you this for a few reasons.

The first is that I want you to know that the person you see on the socials is fighting battles they may share parts of, but you really *cannot know* what is truly going on behind the screen.

The second is that, once again, your presence has kept me anchored to the planet in ways I can’t even begin to express.

The third is that I want to emerge. I want to come out of hiding. I want to surface.

So I’m surfacing.

Stay tuned…

xo
Effy

*shituationships are my word for engagements with other humans that feel like relationships but turn out to be transactional or toxic in some way. I don’t deny my part in these engagements and trust me when I tell you that I work on forgiving myself for how I failed myself and others *every single day* but I have come to recognize that the fawn trauma response that has been my default for most of my life thanks to extreme child sexual, physical, and emotional abuse led to relationships in which I was easy to bully, abuse, use, disregard, and discard. You are welcome to adopt it if the word serves you.

Before You Go

I would love it if you'd join my "Beloveds List", which is my newsletter. I use this list to send you coupon codes and information on classes that are opening for registration, to announce giveaways and other subscriber perks,etc.  This list is especially for my people, and you are obviously one of my people. xo


You have Successfully Subscribed!