Here are tributes I've written or recorded on anniversaries of my little sister's suicide on 8/8/2011. She was only 20. I started calling 8/8 International Paige Day to foreshadow the impact her short life had.
You might notice that the story I tell changes over the last decade. That's how stories work--they reflect what we see and what we think to say. As time passes, it's natural for things to evolve if you let them.
I point that out because sometimes we confuse "what is" with a story.
If you ever feel trapped like Paige did, maybe you'll remember to try another story before you give up.
There are so many to choose from 💖 and picking a story that gives you hope can include whatever 'reality' is. If you're ever in a tough spot and need help coming up with a more hopeful story , email me and in honor of my sweet 'n spicy girl, I'll gift you a new one -> [email protected].
You might notice that the story I tell changes over the last decade. That's how stories work--they reflect what we see and what we think to say. As time passes, it's natural for things to evolve if you let them.
I point that out because sometimes we confuse "what is" with a story.
If you ever feel trapped like Paige did, maybe you'll remember to try another story before you give up.
There are so many to choose from 💖 and picking a story that gives you hope can include whatever 'reality' is. If you're ever in a tough spot and need help coming up with a more hopeful story , email me and in honor of my sweet 'n spicy girl, I'll gift you a new one -> [email protected].
2013
Dear friends, family, and good people of the world,
As some of you may know, today marks the second anniversary of my little sister's last day on earth. Paige took her own life on 8/8/2011 after a long and desperate battle with depression. A lifetime of unrelenting domestic abuse and a series of unfortunate dead ends wore on her beautiful soul until eternal peace seemed the only answer.
Those of you fortunate enough to know Paige during her 20 short years here remember her laugh, glow, sense of humor, and love of bacon. Paige was my child and spot of sunshine, and the only person I had to count on for a very long time. Not even the greatest poet could find words to describe how much I miss her and how sad I am that the world lost her gifts.
In honor of International Paige Day, I ask you to remember what you don't know. The struggles of others are often beyond our understanding and sometimes our imagination. Frequently, those who seem beyond help or hugs are those who need it most. One of my favorite stories about compassion is included at the very bottom of this message.
Anything you can do to ease someone's struggle matters. Make that difference. Even if someone doesn't seem to deserve the break, remember that you don't know what made them act that way and you should be grateful that you have the peace at heart to behave better. Be better. You are lucky to be you.
BE YOU. Really be you. You are the perfect you. You know what's right for you and what's wrong. Leave people who hurt you or hold you down behind. Listen to your body and have the courage to act.
Sometimes life hurts like hell and your greatest fear is realized, but no matter what, you have the strength and responsibility to go on. Pick yourself up, acknowledge the journey, grow, and know that every hurt heals. NEVER EVER EVER EVER give up.
And a few more thoughts if you have time..
So much love,
Shaylee + Paige Edwards
As some of you may know, today marks the second anniversary of my little sister's last day on earth. Paige took her own life on 8/8/2011 after a long and desperate battle with depression. A lifetime of unrelenting domestic abuse and a series of unfortunate dead ends wore on her beautiful soul until eternal peace seemed the only answer.
Those of you fortunate enough to know Paige during her 20 short years here remember her laugh, glow, sense of humor, and love of bacon. Paige was my child and spot of sunshine, and the only person I had to count on for a very long time. Not even the greatest poet could find words to describe how much I miss her and how sad I am that the world lost her gifts.
In honor of International Paige Day, I ask you to remember what you don't know. The struggles of others are often beyond our understanding and sometimes our imagination. Frequently, those who seem beyond help or hugs are those who need it most. One of my favorite stories about compassion is included at the very bottom of this message.
Anything you can do to ease someone's struggle matters. Make that difference. Even if someone doesn't seem to deserve the break, remember that you don't know what made them act that way and you should be grateful that you have the peace at heart to behave better. Be better. You are lucky to be you.
BE YOU. Really be you. You are the perfect you. You know what's right for you and what's wrong. Leave people who hurt you or hold you down behind. Listen to your body and have the courage to act.
Sometimes life hurts like hell and your greatest fear is realized, but no matter what, you have the strength and responsibility to go on. Pick yourself up, acknowledge the journey, grow, and know that every hurt heals. NEVER EVER EVER EVER give up.
And a few more thoughts if you have time..
- BE THANKFUL.
- You have everything you need for the happiest of lives.
- You are here for a reason and your time is ticking.
- Share your good fortune.
- Hug people.
- Don't take things too seriously.
- Allow yourself to feel. Feel happy. Feel sad. Feel your breath.
- Appreciate the ups, the downs, the ins, the outs.
- Build yourself.
- Know you, love you, grow you.
- REACH. Go where you haven't gone.
- Appreciate that you will be a beginner, and it will be ok. Really.
- Thank you to all of you for touching my life.
- May your light always be bright,
- even when skies are gray.
So much love,
Shaylee + Paige Edwards
2014
People die. Your mother, your best friend, and your lover will die. You will die. I will die. My little sister died, to parrot the blunt term, by her own pretty hand three years ago today.
The incredible pain of losing her has solidified into a heavy, sharp stone I carry underneath my ribs, on top of the beating proof of my own survival.
Suicide is a unique death, both for the deceased and the people who would have happily stood between the departed soul and fated bullet, and merits more discussion than an occasional CNN 30 second blurb.
The misinformed or less experienced commentator will purport that suicide is the easy way out, a coward's escape.
I emphatically disagree. What is more frightening than the vast and unproved afterlife? Surely we can all agree that the known, in any context, is infinitely less scary than the unknown. I have found that most suicide stories have great length, depth, and sadness. Souls who have fought long, hard battles against dark monsters steadfastly eclipsing happiness.
Is this then an argument to honor the braveness or, more brashly, ballsiness in taking one's own life?
Absolutely not. I humbly propose that the responsibility for the tragedy of suicide lies not at the feet of cowardice, but in the heart-wrenching loss of hope. This is the discussion I aim to open.
In honor of this year's International Paige Day, I ask you to reflect on which steam propels your boat. Does fear sit at the helm and call the shots that determine your earthly route? Are you afraid of what might happen and often choose to drudge down a "safe" path? Do you irrationally dwell on possible losses or pain and therefor opt not to take the risk of intimacy?
If so, I challenge you to edge out these feelings by betting on hope. Not a passive, sit-on-the-sidelines hope. But a hope that there is more to this life than your image, new stuff, and the safe route. So I ask you dear BFFs, colleagues, and people of Facebook, to love harder, hope more heartily, and begin to smother any fear fires that burn within you.
Plenty of lives end with concession of hope, whether the bodies continue to walk on earth or not. For my darling, dancing Paige, have hope. And more hope. Hope that the life that calls to you is real. And you can fight fear for it. And win. Any time, any place, any circumstance.
The incredible pain of losing her has solidified into a heavy, sharp stone I carry underneath my ribs, on top of the beating proof of my own survival.
Suicide is a unique death, both for the deceased and the people who would have happily stood between the departed soul and fated bullet, and merits more discussion than an occasional CNN 30 second blurb.
The misinformed or less experienced commentator will purport that suicide is the easy way out, a coward's escape.
I emphatically disagree. What is more frightening than the vast and unproved afterlife? Surely we can all agree that the known, in any context, is infinitely less scary than the unknown. I have found that most suicide stories have great length, depth, and sadness. Souls who have fought long, hard battles against dark monsters steadfastly eclipsing happiness.
Is this then an argument to honor the braveness or, more brashly, ballsiness in taking one's own life?
Absolutely not. I humbly propose that the responsibility for the tragedy of suicide lies not at the feet of cowardice, but in the heart-wrenching loss of hope. This is the discussion I aim to open.
In honor of this year's International Paige Day, I ask you to reflect on which steam propels your boat. Does fear sit at the helm and call the shots that determine your earthly route? Are you afraid of what might happen and often choose to drudge down a "safe" path? Do you irrationally dwell on possible losses or pain and therefor opt not to take the risk of intimacy?
If so, I challenge you to edge out these feelings by betting on hope. Not a passive, sit-on-the-sidelines hope. But a hope that there is more to this life than your image, new stuff, and the safe route. So I ask you dear BFFs, colleagues, and people of Facebook, to love harder, hope more heartily, and begin to smother any fear fires that burn within you.
Plenty of lives end with concession of hope, whether the bodies continue to walk on earth or not. For my darling, dancing Paige, have hope. And more hope. Hope that the life that calls to you is real. And you can fight fear for it. And win. Any time, any place, any circumstance.
2015
On the 4th anniversary of my darling, little sister’s suicide, I want to disturb you.
Past International Paige Days focused on loving others, but this year, let’s focus on you.
I believe my job on earth is to drag a metal cup over the iron bars of society and make some noise. “Listen! Look! There ARE bars! Don’t be a prisoner! You can be free!!” I know I’m here to help raise the level of human consciousness and to empower others to fulfill their destinies.
And because I lived and Paige, who was far worthier than me, didn’t, I will not give up.
A few steps ahead of science, I trust that our DNA holds the instructions for our truest lives, just like it does for how to grow, heal, and maintain our wondrously complicated bodies.
If you empower yourself to trust your intuition,
If you listen to what calls to you and choose to respond,
If you stop forcing yourself into something that doesn’t fit,
YOU WILL LIVE AN EXTRAORDINARY LIFE.
Moving towards the unknown is scary and hard. You might fall or fail a few times, but what’s the worst that can happen? You go bankrupt? 9 out of 10 millionaires have gone bankrupt. You have to work harder? You will rise to the occasion and you’ll respect yourself for it. You make someone mad? Who cares! You die? Sorry, you’re going to die anyhow.
IF YOU BET ON YOURSELF, YOU WILL NOT LOSE.
Paige’s tragic life and death shoved me out of the nest I was hiding in and dared me to fly.
I NOW CHALLENGE YOU.
You can tell everyone and their cousin why you aren’t living the life of your dreams. They might believe you and even sympathize, but you know who won’t let the excuses slide? You. It doesn’t matter how old you are. If you’re alive, there’s still time. Take the brakes off. And F’ing go for it!!
FULFILLMENT, LOVE, AND ACHIEVEMENT ARE WAITING TO BE CLAIMED BY YOU. No one who truly loves you wants you to sacrifice your calling and soul. You aren’t doing anyone any favors by shrinking or settling. Leave martyrdom to the saints. Invest your time and energy back into yourself! Identify what you’re allowing to distract you and steal your attention, AND STOP IT! Get the F out of your box and look around! Actively choose to become better and everything will become clearer! Leave the past behind you and step into your future!
Do whatever you need to do EVERY DAM DAY to psyche yourself up to take action, keep going, and never quit! The world needs the best and truest you. It is your destiny and duty to break the chains that bind your soul.
In honor of beautiful Paige’s death, I dare you to live like you f’ing want it. CHOOSE TO RISE!!!!
Past International Paige Days focused on loving others, but this year, let’s focus on you.
- Are you excited about your life?
- Do you feel vibrantly alive and bursting with energy?
- Are you living your truth?
- If you yell, “He// yes!” I commend and thank you. You’re helping us all out.
- If you cringed a little, this message is for you.
- Because I know you know what’s up, and you know you know.
- You can feel it in your body.
- And today, I want you to roll around in it.
- Let it ache.
I believe my job on earth is to drag a metal cup over the iron bars of society and make some noise. “Listen! Look! There ARE bars! Don’t be a prisoner! You can be free!!” I know I’m here to help raise the level of human consciousness and to empower others to fulfill their destinies.
And because I lived and Paige, who was far worthier than me, didn’t, I will not give up.
A few steps ahead of science, I trust that our DNA holds the instructions for our truest lives, just like it does for how to grow, heal, and maintain our wondrously complicated bodies.
If you empower yourself to trust your intuition,
If you listen to what calls to you and choose to respond,
If you stop forcing yourself into something that doesn’t fit,
YOU WILL LIVE AN EXTRAORDINARY LIFE.
Moving towards the unknown is scary and hard. You might fall or fail a few times, but what’s the worst that can happen? You go bankrupt? 9 out of 10 millionaires have gone bankrupt. You have to work harder? You will rise to the occasion and you’ll respect yourself for it. You make someone mad? Who cares! You die? Sorry, you’re going to die anyhow.
IF YOU BET ON YOURSELF, YOU WILL NOT LOSE.
Paige’s tragic life and death shoved me out of the nest I was hiding in and dared me to fly.
I NOW CHALLENGE YOU.
You can tell everyone and their cousin why you aren’t living the life of your dreams. They might believe you and even sympathize, but you know who won’t let the excuses slide? You. It doesn’t matter how old you are. If you’re alive, there’s still time. Take the brakes off. And F’ing go for it!!
FULFILLMENT, LOVE, AND ACHIEVEMENT ARE WAITING TO BE CLAIMED BY YOU. No one who truly loves you wants you to sacrifice your calling and soul. You aren’t doing anyone any favors by shrinking or settling. Leave martyrdom to the saints. Invest your time and energy back into yourself! Identify what you’re allowing to distract you and steal your attention, AND STOP IT! Get the F out of your box and look around! Actively choose to become better and everything will become clearer! Leave the past behind you and step into your future!
Do whatever you need to do EVERY DAM DAY to psyche yourself up to take action, keep going, and never quit! The world needs the best and truest you. It is your destiny and duty to break the chains that bind your soul.
In honor of beautiful Paige’s death, I dare you to live like you f’ing want it. CHOOSE TO RISE!!!!
2016
suffering is an illusion.
love is real.
we are all made of it.
it's all there truly is.
we are all love.
everything is love.
when we stop and breathe,
if we are brave enough to do it,
and we do it often,
we can see truth glimmer.
no matter what is up or down, broken or fixed, we are ok.
more than ok, actually.
quite pure and powerful.
all else is an illusion.
this message isn't new.
who are we?
why are we here?
what's the point?
how can we help?
these are questions worth asking.
not, 'why didn't she call?' or 'how am i so fat?' or 'what am i going to buy for him?'
i guess what i'm trying to say is,
we don't have to be sad.
about paige.
or life.
or anything.
we don't have to feel hurt.
we don't have to feel guilt.
if we practice living with our hearts open,
all else will come.
may we always make time to clean off dirt that accumulates daily and clouds our vision and hearts.
let us look under the to-do lists, seasonal clothes, and professional titles, and to children for guidance.
can we commit to a higher frequency?
suffering is useless.
it's not real.
and at one point, we'll have enough of it,
and choose love,
and share it.
that's all we're here to do.
in the name of Paige Marie,
my darling ptotheg,
and the most beautiful star in my sky,
love is good.
and i am grateful.
Amen.
love is real.
we are all made of it.
it's all there truly is.
we are all love.
everything is love.
when we stop and breathe,
if we are brave enough to do it,
and we do it often,
we can see truth glimmer.
no matter what is up or down, broken or fixed, we are ok.
more than ok, actually.
quite pure and powerful.
all else is an illusion.
this message isn't new.
who are we?
why are we here?
what's the point?
how can we help?
these are questions worth asking.
not, 'why didn't she call?' or 'how am i so fat?' or 'what am i going to buy for him?'
i guess what i'm trying to say is,
we don't have to be sad.
about paige.
or life.
or anything.
we don't have to feel hurt.
we don't have to feel guilt.
if we practice living with our hearts open,
all else will come.
may we always make time to clean off dirt that accumulates daily and clouds our vision and hearts.
let us look under the to-do lists, seasonal clothes, and professional titles, and to children for guidance.
can we commit to a higher frequency?
suffering is useless.
it's not real.
and at one point, we'll have enough of it,
and choose love,
and share it.
that's all we're here to do.
in the name of Paige Marie,
my darling ptotheg,
and the most beautiful star in my sky,
love is good.
and i am grateful.
Amen.
2017
2018
“I said: what about my eyes?
He said: Keep them on the road.
I said: What about my passion?
He said: Keep it burning.
I said: What about my heart?
He said: Tell me what you hold inside it?
I said: Pain and sorrow.
He said: Stay with it. The wound is the place where the Light enters you.”
― Rumi
love at mah girl, Paige Edwards, & everything else
He said: Keep them on the road.
I said: What about my passion?
He said: Keep it burning.
I said: What about my heart?
He said: Tell me what you hold inside it?
I said: Pain and sorrow.
He said: Stay with it. The wound is the place where the Light enters you.”
― Rumi
love at mah girl, Paige Edwards, & everything else
2020
2022
International Paige Day is the anniversary of my beautiful younger sister’s suicide. She had the best laugh. I know, everyone says that about someone. She did to me and I miss her deeply. This is the 11th year. I always make, or almost always make, something on International Paige Day to honor her life and share ideas I think she’d like. Her heart was pure and bright, and she kept it real. She kept me real.
One time I got my bag stolen. I parked on M St. in Georgetown, DC and a purse with my wallet, passport, fav trinkets, you name it got taken right out of my car. I was telling Paige about it,
Me: “...I musta left the door ajar.”
Her: “Ajar? Shay. You mean open. You left it open.”
In a world where things are complex, synthesized, and euphemism’y, it seems we’re again hungry for what’s legit and simple. To celebrate International Paige Day 2022, I invite you to see it and say it how it is. Leave the politics to politicians and bring the power and relief of being real about what’s happening to yourself, your life, and everybody else lucky enough to bump into you.
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Here’s what I wrote and recorded in prior years. As you might notice, my understanding has progressed until there’s no story to tell but the one I want to.
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And now some notes on death and then living. Or maybe living and then death. It all depends how you look at it, as most everything does. This is for you if you’re feeling or have felt a big loss. “Loss” isn’t reserved for people. You can feel it with pets, opportunities, relationships, versions of yourself, phases of living, and, actually, change of all kinds.
It hurts. It f’n hurts, man. I spent the last decade trying to figure out the secrets to the universe and get beyond all pain. What I came up with is -- sometimes things just hurt. When something hurts, it seems important that you acknowledge it. I didn’t know how to deal with what I was feeling when I lost Paige so I really didn’t. Processing hurt real-time seems to prevent you from spilling that pain onto other people and making more for yourself. Over the years, I learned to make it a priority to be loving and supportive of myself when I’m hurting rather than think my way around it or deny it. You can’t anyhow. Denying how you feel is like when the Cat in the Hat tries to clean the pink ring off the tub. He gets the ring on the dress. Then from the dress to the wall. And so on. When you aren’t with how you feel, those ‘disturbances’ will show up in how you communicate, what you eat, what you think is possible, and pretty much anything else for yeeearrss. It’s ok that it hurts. It will evolve into something lighter and more manageable if you let it.
Mind your power. While I didn’t discover an end to all pain, I did find you can make more or less of it. Are you telling a story about why it shouldn’t have happened or how it’s wrong? More pain. Are you letting what is be what is and looking for ways to grow through it? Less pain. The way you think about things and how you talk about them can and will determine what happens next. You still hafta feel what you feel, but you do have a choice to let it be ok. Let’s be real, not letting it be ok doesn’t do anything. Whether we like it or not, life includes loss. It’s up to you the way you want to think and talk about it, and what you want to do next.
Hey, sooo what are we doin’? It seems incredibly useful to check-in and ask yourself what you’re really doing every so often. For example, guilt seems essential. And it is for as long as it takes for you to see you’d like to make different choices. After that, it’s counterproductive. Mourning a loss seems essential. And it is for as long as you do it naturally. After that, it keeps you away from everything that remains. When you’re in the throes of emotion or thought, sometimes you lose touch with what’s actually happening. So ask yourself every now and then, what am I doing? What do I think that does? What does it actually do? What is my point? What do I value? What could I do for that?
Celebrate. There’s not gonna be another Paige, another high school, another whatever was. Each and everything is one of a kind. It wasn’t until this year that I realized I was holding onto the possibility she’d come back. I know it sounds wild, but somewhere deep inside of me I was keeping hope that I’d get her, or something like her, back. I can’t. There’s no going or getting back. Loss is an incredible wake up call to love what is while you can. Celebrate everything. Each life song only plays once. It’s a live concert, no rewinds or repeats.
A higher power. When Paige died, I didn't have the interest or capacity to consider anything like god or faith. The only things I trusted were myself and that everything must happen for a reason. The life I lived after that loss, the somewhat reckless quest for solutions to suffering, ended up taking me on an intense journey beyond those ideas. It culminated with a very personal experience of god, which to me is another word for life, the universe, spirit, the quantum field, and alllll that is. My content and work now come from that experience. My whole life does actually. I can't put into words what transcends words, but I can say if you haven't yet explored Who you are, who you really are, it's worth it. Faith in god has been my saving grace.
Thank you for taking the time to read my notes and for living out your own. My sincerest respect to you, your losses, your loves, and your unique life experience.
You’re the first, last, and only one like you. <3
One time I got my bag stolen. I parked on M St. in Georgetown, DC and a purse with my wallet, passport, fav trinkets, you name it got taken right out of my car. I was telling Paige about it,
Me: “...I musta left the door ajar.”
Her: “Ajar? Shay. You mean open. You left it open.”
In a world where things are complex, synthesized, and euphemism’y, it seems we’re again hungry for what’s legit and simple. To celebrate International Paige Day 2022, I invite you to see it and say it how it is. Leave the politics to politicians and bring the power and relief of being real about what’s happening to yourself, your life, and everybody else lucky enough to bump into you.
-----
Here’s what I wrote and recorded in prior years. As you might notice, my understanding has progressed until there’s no story to tell but the one I want to.
----
And now some notes on death and then living. Or maybe living and then death. It all depends how you look at it, as most everything does. This is for you if you’re feeling or have felt a big loss. “Loss” isn’t reserved for people. You can feel it with pets, opportunities, relationships, versions of yourself, phases of living, and, actually, change of all kinds.
It hurts. It f’n hurts, man. I spent the last decade trying to figure out the secrets to the universe and get beyond all pain. What I came up with is -- sometimes things just hurt. When something hurts, it seems important that you acknowledge it. I didn’t know how to deal with what I was feeling when I lost Paige so I really didn’t. Processing hurt real-time seems to prevent you from spilling that pain onto other people and making more for yourself. Over the years, I learned to make it a priority to be loving and supportive of myself when I’m hurting rather than think my way around it or deny it. You can’t anyhow. Denying how you feel is like when the Cat in the Hat tries to clean the pink ring off the tub. He gets the ring on the dress. Then from the dress to the wall. And so on. When you aren’t with how you feel, those ‘disturbances’ will show up in how you communicate, what you eat, what you think is possible, and pretty much anything else for yeeearrss. It’s ok that it hurts. It will evolve into something lighter and more manageable if you let it.
Mind your power. While I didn’t discover an end to all pain, I did find you can make more or less of it. Are you telling a story about why it shouldn’t have happened or how it’s wrong? More pain. Are you letting what is be what is and looking for ways to grow through it? Less pain. The way you think about things and how you talk about them can and will determine what happens next. You still hafta feel what you feel, but you do have a choice to let it be ok. Let’s be real, not letting it be ok doesn’t do anything. Whether we like it or not, life includes loss. It’s up to you the way you want to think and talk about it, and what you want to do next.
Hey, sooo what are we doin’? It seems incredibly useful to check-in and ask yourself what you’re really doing every so often. For example, guilt seems essential. And it is for as long as it takes for you to see you’d like to make different choices. After that, it’s counterproductive. Mourning a loss seems essential. And it is for as long as you do it naturally. After that, it keeps you away from everything that remains. When you’re in the throes of emotion or thought, sometimes you lose touch with what’s actually happening. So ask yourself every now and then, what am I doing? What do I think that does? What does it actually do? What is my point? What do I value? What could I do for that?
Celebrate. There’s not gonna be another Paige, another high school, another whatever was. Each and everything is one of a kind. It wasn’t until this year that I realized I was holding onto the possibility she’d come back. I know it sounds wild, but somewhere deep inside of me I was keeping hope that I’d get her, or something like her, back. I can’t. There’s no going or getting back. Loss is an incredible wake up call to love what is while you can. Celebrate everything. Each life song only plays once. It’s a live concert, no rewinds or repeats.
A higher power. When Paige died, I didn't have the interest or capacity to consider anything like god or faith. The only things I trusted were myself and that everything must happen for a reason. The life I lived after that loss, the somewhat reckless quest for solutions to suffering, ended up taking me on an intense journey beyond those ideas. It culminated with a very personal experience of god, which to me is another word for life, the universe, spirit, the quantum field, and alllll that is. My content and work now come from that experience. My whole life does actually. I can't put into words what transcends words, but I can say if you haven't yet explored Who you are, who you really are, it's worth it. Faith in god has been my saving grace.
Thank you for taking the time to read my notes and for living out your own. My sincerest respect to you, your losses, your loves, and your unique life experience.
You’re the first, last, and only one like you. <3
2023
This year's International Paige Day was commemorated with a new instagram account called @SafePlaceExperience.
My goal with this account is to have a hub of easy-to-understand-and-apply experiences that teach how to feel safe mentally and emotionally, as well as build and share a community that supports growth and peace.
I want to give tools that people can quickly use to feel better about themselves within a community of growing people who encourage that.
***update - Safe Place Experience account is on hold 💖
My goal with this account is to have a hub of easy-to-understand-and-apply experiences that teach how to feel safe mentally and emotionally, as well as build and share a community that supports growth and peace.
I want to give tools that people can quickly use to feel better about themselves within a community of growing people who encourage that.
***update - Safe Place Experience account is on hold 💖
2024
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“Tell Shay I love her more then anything and I know she tried but I’m a lost cause.”
I had her handwriting tattooed on the first International Paige Day in 2012. Paige is why I pursued the work I do today and why I make content for free. She ran out of cash and hope at the same time. If someone wants to help themselves, Imma help, too. I always make tributes on 8/8, the day she left earth. I’m really tryna let myself live here and now these days though, so this is it this year. When she died, I thought I had to do something special enough for two people and so I went on a quest. This quest. Thank god. |