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At A Rare Loss For Words

It’s not often I’m at a loss for words. Ask anyone who knows me well, and they’ll tell you—I’ve always got something to say. But lately? Lately, I’ve felt more shaken. Disheartened. I’ve struggled to find the right words in the face of what feels like an unraveling of the world around me.

If you’ve been reading the blog or following State of Slay™ for a while, you know I try to focus on growth, light, and resilience. I look for the lesson. The shift. The silver lining. And I’ve been trying to do that even as it feels like the people and places around me are falling apart.

Yesterday, it hit hard. I sat in my car, parked outside a store, completely unable to get out. I was paralyzed by the weight of it all—the lies, the selfishness, the lack of empathy. I’ve been feeling it for a while now: the anxiety of living in a place that doesn’t feel safe, the exhaustion of building something meaningful in uncertain times, the strain of trying to uplift others when I’m struggling to hold myself up.

A friend recently said they missed my positive energy. I mentioned I’d been a little low, and they replied that they’d noticed—but didn’t ask why. Didn’t check in. I get it. We all have a lot going on. But if we lose that connection—if we stop checking in on each other—what do we have left?

I know how I’ve made it this far: community. Support. A deep belief that light exists, even when it’s dim. My flame may be flickering, but it’s not out. And I know where to look to ignite it again.

When Darkness Feeds Itself

Before recovery, I thrived in the dark. I fed off negativity. I surrounded myself with people who mirrored my pain—people who used me, hurt me, and validated my belief that I wasn’t worthy of love or light. I clung to the victim narrative because it was easier than owning my part.

That mindset? It’s poison. It makes you believe that happiness is something someone else gives you. But real happiness—the kind that lasts—comes from living with integrity. From taking responsibility for our actions, our energy, and our healing.

Recovery taught me that the road to peace is paved with truth. That my actions, not my intentions, define who I am. That I get to choose how I show up in the world. And that means something, especially in times like these.

Be the Person You’re Proud Of

We’re all going through something. Some days are heavier than others. But now more than ever, we need to lift each other up—not tear each other down. We need to ask the extra question, send the check-in text, give the benefit of the doubt.

We need to be someone we can be proud of.

A few months ago, I asked: When all of this is over, will you be proud of who you were?

If you hesitate to answer, it’s time to get honest.

Choose compassion. Choose kindness. Choose truth. Choose to be the light—even if your flame is just a spark right now.

SLAY on.

SLAY Reflection: Are You Someone You’d Be Proud Of?

Have you been living in integrity—with yourself and others?
Where have you fallen short? What can you do to make it right?
Are you showing up for others—or just for yourself?
What has your energy been like lately? How are you affecting the spaces you enter?
What’s one action you can take today to reconnect—with others and with yourself?

Call to Action: Join the Conversation

I’d love to hear from you.
What’s one thing you’ve done recently that made you proud—or one thing you want to do to course-correct?
Share your story in the comments. Let’s cheer each other on.

And if you know someone who’s feeling disconnected or dim, send this to them.
Sometimes, all we need is a little light to find our way back.

What Can You Do To Contribute To Life?

This is a question I ask myself every single day.

It’s the question that grounds me, guides me, and pushes me forward—especially on the days when I feel stuck. It’s what led me to start this blog years ago, and what continues to lead me through my recovery and beyond:

What can I contribute to life—today?

From Survival to Service

When I began my journey in recovery, I was surrounded by support—more than I expected, and more than I felt I deserved. I was told early on how important it was to give back. And I did. But it wasn’t until I survived a night I shouldn’t have that I truly understood what that meant.

That night changed everything.

Working through the survivor’s guilt was heavy. But eventually, I asked myself a new question—not why I survived, but how I was going to use that survival to make a difference. That shift pulled me out of guilt and into action.

Today, it’s still what gets me out of my own head. When I ask, “How can I be of service?”, I’m no longer obsessing over what I lack, who hurt me, or what I wish was different. I’m shifting my energy outward—into purpose, into connection, into change.

The Ego Step-Aside

When we approach our day with a heart of service, we get a powerful gift in return: perspective.

Instead of reacting out of ego or trying to control a situation that isn’t ours to fix, we can pause and ask, Is there a way I can contribute here? And sometimes, the answer is to step back. Not every contribution is loud. Sometimes it’s simply holding space, offering silence, or choosing not to escalate a moment that’s not about us.

That humility keeps us grounded. It keeps us teachable. And it reminds us that our greatest impact isn’t in being right—it’s in being present.

Why We’re Here

I believe we’re here to help each other.

To lift each other.
To challenge each other.
To remind each other what love and support feel like.

When we stay self-centered, we cut ourselves off from that connection. We lose the gift of being part of something bigger. But when we stay open to giving—whether it’s our time, our wisdom, or simply our kindness—we stay rooted in community, perspective, and purpose.

When you ask how you can contribute to life, life responds.

Even on our hardest days, we have something to offer. Something to give. A kindness to share. A light to pass along. And when we choose to shine that light outward, it often finds its way back to us—brighter than before.

SLAY on.

SLAY OF THE DAY: Reflect & Rise

Do you ask yourself what you can give, rather than what you need?

What do you do each day to contribute to the world around you?
If you don’t yet, what’s one small way you could start?
Have you noticed a shift in your mindset when you act in service?
How has giving back changed your life, your relationships, or your attitude?
What part of your story could help someone else feel seen or supported?

We’re not here to do life alone. Contribution connects us. Let’s start showing up—for each other.

Call to Action: Join the Conversation

I’d love to hear from you.
What’s one way you can contribute to life today—no matter how big or small?
Share your story in the comments. Let’s cheer each other on.

And if you know someone who’s feeling stuck or unmotivated, send this to them.
Sometimes, the shift we need is in simply asking a better question.

Kindness Is Contagious

Kindness. It’s something we should all be happy to spread around, and it only takes a second. These days, when we’re out in the world, the energy around us is often filled with nervousness, frustration, fear, or just the urge to get back home safely. Amidst all that, we should always remember to be kind.

The Power of a Simple Gesture

We’re all in the same boat. Some are still trying to get essentials and supplies, navigating through aisles, following store arrows, finding empty shelves, or limits on how much they can buy. And if you’re like me, you can feel that energy and begin to take it on as your own. But that’s where kindness comes in—because the antidote to all of that is kindness.

When I focus on being kind, it calms me. It keeps me steady, considerate, and compassionate toward others who are navigating those same aisles, looking for the same things. When a moment presents itself—whether it’s a smile, a thank you, or a small act of service—I see the result in the eyes of the person in front of me. It changes their energy. We all have the power to be kind. And especially now, we should be wielding it like a superpower.

A Shift from Self to Service

When I was living in the dark, I still had that power, but most of the time I chose not to use it. I was focused on what life could give me, what I could take, and how life had let me down. That mindset kept me sick, miserable, and isolated. Sure, there were moments of kindness, but for the most part, I was too wrapped up in myself.

When I began my recovery journey, I was told that a big part of my healing would come from being of service to others. I didn’t believe I had anything to give at first. But I was reminded that I could always be kind. Just focusing on kindness shifted my thinking and lifted my mood as I stepped out each day. Even when I didn’t feel up to it, I was told those were the days I needed to lean into kindness even more.

And they were right.

Even on my darkest days, when I mustered up kindness for someone else, it changed me. It brought light into a dark moment. Kindness is contagious not just for those receiving it—but for us too.

Little Acts, Big Impact

Today, I make a point of looking for those moments of kindness. Even a simple “hello” or “how are you” can shift the energy. Just yesterday at the pharmacy, I asked the man behind the counter how he was. He looked at me, paused, smiled, and said, “I’m fine, and thank you for asking.” His energy lifted. We shared a brief, pleasant exchange, and both of us felt the power of kindness.

Spreading Light in Uncertain Times

It’s easy to rush through life, hyper-focused on the tasks at hand. But let’s not forget the others out there who may be under stress, fear, or anxiety. Let’s take an extra moment to check in, to say thank you to the front-line workers, the grocery clerks, the baristas, the people taking our temperatures. Let them know they are seen and appreciated.

We’re all in this together. Why not spread something good while we’re out there? Let your kindness be a light in an uncertain time.

SLAY on.

SLAY OF THE DAY: Reflect & Rise

When you’re out in the world, do you make a point of being kind?
If not, why not?
How do you feel when someone says or does something kind for you?
How do you feel when you offer kindness to someone else?
Have you made an extra effort to be kind lately? If not, why?
Has someone been extra kind to you? How did that feel?

That feeling is a gift we can offer to anyone we see—and it’s a gift we’ll get back when we do.

Call to Action: Join the Conversation

I’d love to hear from you.
What’s one simple act of kindness you can offer today—big or small?
Share your story in the comments. Let’s lift each other up.

And if you know someone who could use a little kindness, send this to them.
Sometimes, all it takes is a reminder that kindness is powerful.

Solidarity In Solitude

There was a time when solitude wasn’t something I chose—it was something I used to survive.
Before recovery, I isolated myself because I was afraid of being seen. Not seen in the beautiful, vulnerable, soul-baring way—but seen in the truth-revealing way. I was scared someone would notice the mess I had become.

So, I disappeared. I self-quarantined long before the world made it a shared experience. I believed I was safer alone, but really, I was hiding—from you, from judgment, and mostly, from myself.

It’s been over 14 years since I spoke my truth and reached for help, but during global moments of isolation—when the world closes its doors—I can still feel echoes of those darker days. I remember what it was like to live in solitude and mistake it for safety.

When Solitude Turns to Isolation

Solitude can be healing. But left unchecked, it can slip into something more dangerous: isolation.
When routines fall away, when connection fades, and when fear rises—our minds can convince us we’re better off alone. That no one wants to hear from us. That we’re too much, or not enough.

Sound familiar?

In times like these, it’s easy to slide down the emotional spiral. To disconnect. To feel like you’re the only one struggling. But that’s a lie the darkness tells us. Because you are not alone. And you are not the only one who feels this way.

We’ve all lost something—our routines, our rhythm, sometimes even loved ones. We’re all navigating this new version of life with uncertainty in our hearts. And yet, in the stillness, there’s a new kind of connection forming. One that doesn’t require proximity—but vulnerability.

The Power of Reaching Out

Connection doesn’t always have to look big. Sometimes, it’s a text. A check-in. A voice memo that simply says, “Hey, I’ve been thinking about you.”

For me, reaching out is part of my daily practice. It’s tied to my recovery and to my ability to stay grounded. On days when I’m struggling, being of service—asking someone else how they’re doing—pulls me out of my head and into something greater than myself.

When we shift our attention from our own anxiety to someone else’s experience, we gain clarity. We create space for compassion. And we remember: we’re never really alone.

You don’t need a grand gesture to make a difference. Sometimes just asking “How are you really?” is enough to change someone’s day. And, maybe, your own.

Solitude as a Shared Experience

Something beautiful has happened during times of collective pause: we’ve reached for one another. We’ve shared our fears, our frustrations, our funny moments. We’ve created art, music, stories—and sent them out like lifeboats into the unknown.

We’ve remembered what matters most: people. Connection. Empathy. And in this shared stillness, we’ve found solidarity.

We’re walking forward—not hand in hand, but heart to heart. And though we may be separated by space, our spirits remain side by side.

We were never meant to do this alone. Not healing. Not grieving. Not growing.

We Are Stronger Together

When we choose to stay connected—even in the smallest ways—we create a safety net. We tether ourselves to something real. And if one of us starts to drift, there’s someone who will notice. Someone who will reach back and say, “You’ve been quiet. Are you okay?”

That’s the power of community. That’s the gift of solidarity.

So, if you’ve been isolating—whether out of fear, shame, exhaustion, or uncertainty—I want to remind you that connection is still available. Right now. Today.

Open a window. Wave at your neighbor. Call a friend. Join an online support group. Say hi in the comments. Let someone know you’re here.

Because when we reach for one another, solitude becomes strength. And our solitude becomes solidarity.

SLAY Reflection

Let’s reflect, SLAYER:

S: Have you been staying connected or isolating lately? What do you notice about that?
L: What fears come up for you when you think about reaching out?
A: Who could you check in on today, even just with a short message or call?
Y: What does community mean to you, and how can you stay more present in it—even from a distance?

Call to Action: Join the Conversation

I’d love to hear from you.
How are you staying connected, or where are you struggling to reach out?
Share your story in the comments. Let’s cheer each other on.

And if you know someone who’s isolating, send this to them.
Sometimes, all we need is a nudge.

One Voice In A Large Choir

It started with a single tap. Then another. Then a steady rhythm.

I was sitting in my car when the rain began to fall. It started slow—one drop, then another—until it became a chorus. And as I sat listening, it reminded me of the beginning of my recovery journey.

That quiet build into something greater reflected what it felt like to go from being alone to being part of a group. From silence to solidarity. From isolation to inclusion.

Becoming a “Group Person”

For a long time, I insisted I wasn’t a group person. I told myself I preferred one-on-one connection, that I worked better alone. And in some ways, that was true. But it was also a shield. A story I told myself to avoid being seen too closely.

When I started recovery, I was encouraged to join a group. Just try it, they said. Keep an open mind. So I did—nervously, reluctantly, with my heart pounding in my chest.

As I scanned the room that first night, I was sure I didn’t belong. These people looked “normal.” They laughed. They smiled. I made a quiet deal with myself: stay for the hour, then leave.

But then a woman began to speak. And what she shared—her pain, her fear, her struggle—sounded a lot like mine. My guard dropped just a little. I kept listening. More voices joined in. Not every story mirrored my own, but enough did. And for the first time in a long time, I didn’t feel alone.

From Loner to One of Many

I kept going. Not just to that meeting, but to others.

Even when it was hard to speak. Even when it felt awkward to introduce myself. Even when all I could do was sit and listen—I showed up. And slowly, I found myself becoming part of something.

For someone who had always prided herself on independence, this shift felt strange—but also incredibly healing. There’s power in walking into a room where no one needs you to be anyone other than who you are that day.

In group, we’re not our resumes. We’re not our past mistakes. We’re not our fears. We’re just people—trying, learning, healing. Together.

And eventually, I stopped saying I wasn’t a group person. Because I realized I’d become one.

The Strength of a Shared Voice

There’s strength in numbers, but more importantly, there’s connection in numbers.

When we come together with a shared purpose—whether it’s healing, growing, or simply supporting one another—we amplify each other’s voices. We lift one another up. We carry each other forward.

Being part of a group reminded me that I don’t have to do this alone. And more than that, it reminded me that I don’t want to.

That lesson followed me outside of recovery. I began to see how I could be part of something bigger in all areas of my life—work, community, friendships. Today, I don’t walk into a room wondering what I can get. I ask myself what I can give. Even if it’s just a kind word or a warm smile.

You Still Matter in the Crowd

Some of us naturally gravitate toward solitude. And there’s nothing wrong with that.

But if we never join in, we might miss the magic of what happens when our voice joins others. A single voice is beautiful—but a choir? That’s transformation.

Your story, your energy, your experience—they’re all valuable. And when you bring them into a shared space, you become part of something powerful.

Don’t underestimate the impact of your presence. Sometimes showing up is the biggest gift you can give—to others and to yourself.

SLAY Reflection

Let’s reflect, SLAYER:

S: Do you naturally lean toward solitude or connection? Why do you think that is?
L: What fears come up for you in group settings, and where do those fears stem from?
A: Have you ever felt seen or supported by a group? What made that experience meaningful?
Y: How can you contribute your voice to a group or community today—without needing it to be perfect, just honest?

Call to Action: Join the Conversation

I’d love to hear from you.
Have you ever discovered strength or healing by joining a group or community?
Share your story in the comments. Let’s cheer each other on.

And if you know someone who’s afraid to take that first step into a group, send this to them.
Sometimes, all we need is a nudge.

We Never Know Whoes Lives We Touch

Most of the time, we go about our lives unaware of the impact we’re making. We don’t always get to know whose day we made a little brighter—or whose life we helped change entirely—just by showing up. But that doesn’t mean the impact isn’t there.

Years ago, I was attending a support group regularly—committed to being there every Tuesday night. I didn’t think I was doing anything special. I was just showing up, doing the work, and trying to get by. Then one night, a man walked up to me and thanked me.

I didn’t recognize him. I didn’t recall ever having a conversation with him. So I asked why.

He said, “When I first started coming here, I didn’t have anything consistent in my life. But you were here every Tuesday. You were the only consistent thing I had.”

I was stunned. I had no idea that my quiet consistency had become someone else’s anchor.

You Have No Idea Who You’re Inspiring

That story came back to me recently at an orientation meeting for a volunteer program—one I joined to help people in their darkest hours, much like someone once helped me in mine.

A woman sitting beside me raised her hand and shared that she had once received support from the very program we were now volunteering for. It saved her. And now she was there to give back.

That’s the ripple effect in action.

Even on our lowest days, we still have something to offer. Even in our silence, someone might be watching. Even through our quiet perseverance, we may be inspiring someone else to keep going.

It doesn’t take grand gestures. Sometimes it’s a simple smile. A kind word. A warm hug. An act of respect. A bit of compassion. These moments matter more than we know.

You Matter More Than You Think

I’ve learned to treasure those seemingly small moments—the ones where someone feels seen, held, or heard. The moments that remind us: we’re not walking through this world alone.

We’re part of something bigger. A community. A collective. A heartbeat that echoes through every connection we make.

We all have stories to tell. Even on the days when we feel like we’re barely holding it together, those stories carry weight. Especially on those days.

So keep showing up. Keep sharing your truth. Keep offering what you have—even if all you have is a smile. Because someone out there might be praying for exactly that.

You never know who’s watching.
You never know who you’re helping.
You never know whose life you’re touching—just by being you.

SLAY on.

SLAY OF THE DAY: Reflect & Rise

Are you aware of the light you bring to the world—even on your darkest days?

Do you notice the people around you, and how your presence might affect them?
Have you ever discovered that something you said or did helped someone, even when you didn’t realize it?
Do you recognize how your experiences, even the hard ones, can offer hope to others?
What small act of kindness can you give today?
What moment in your past made you feel seen? How can you give that to someone else?

You matter. Your story matters. Your presence matters. Even when you don’t feel like it.

Call to Action: Join the Conversation

I’d love to hear from you.
What’s one way someone unexpectedly impacted your life—or one way you’ve discovered you helped someone else?
Share your story in the comments. Let’s cheer each other on.

And if you know someone who needs a reminder of how much they matter, send this to them.
Sometimes, all we need is a little light to lead us out of the dark.

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