I wasn't dealing with theory; I was dealing with my reality. There was betrayal, danger, lies and chaos—the kind of noise that drowns people out. But in this fucked up world we live in, I found the truth: All I needed was to face the truth and that I am the majick.

I am all of it. The good, the bad, and the ugly. My world only got dark because I mentally gave it permission to go there. As long as I involved myself in the mess, I kept it alive.

I’m not here to save you or hand you a key. You don't need one. That’s the illusion. I’m just here to turn the lights on in a dark room so you can finally see for yourself: The door was never locked. You’ve always had the power to just push it open.

This journal just wasn't made to help other women get out of their own heads but it was for me to be able to do it as well. If there is one thing in the world that I want to do, its to at least help one woman get out of the darkness and into the light.

So let this be your guiding lighthouse.