Why

"What's your why?" 

Probably the most important question when facing any life decision or choice, but when it comes to donuts and my closet I have no good answers. 

However, I do have one for why I have stepped into this unfamiliar world of pageantry, a stage, an organization where emotionally and intellectually intellegent women are everywhere you look. Same with Miss Universe Canada last year, they're all so freakin' smart, funny and KIND! I thought it would be a harsh setting, but I LOVE MY MUC girls and you all know who you are, we all stood on stage together and competed with love, passion and purpose. 

It wasn't until the other night after I heard one of my modern day, still alive influencers spoke about one of Canada's best organizations SickNotWeak and "Why" he started it and why he continues to speak out and share: and my ear/stomach/heart/body/existence came to a halt and I got it; I TAKE MY MENTAL HEALTH FOR GRANTED IN THAT "my sickness, my poison is someone else's medicine." 

I have a voice that can influence, change and maybe even save lives because the stigma towards mental health and mental illness still exists. It exists in the ways we treat and talk to our loved ones who are sick, "maybe you could just suck it up for 2 hours," "count your blessings, everyone has bad days, you'll be fine." "We all get anxiety." 

Fair. I appreciate those statements but until you reach the darkness and understand that feeling of "wow I do not know how much more of this I can take, no one understands me. They won't even listen to me when I'm telling them I don't understand. But I feel a constant wave of sadness, I'm constantly tired and my body hurts." 

We're not making this up. In university it killed me to have to tell me professors about my mental illness because the loops and holes I had to go through to get a 1 day extension was almost never worth it. So I waited till the last day till I was finally in stitches about it; during this time I tried taking my life twice. I can identify with those students from the university of Guelph. The SIX THAT HAVE TAKEN THEIR LIFE THIS YEAR. 

3 of them, their families and friends didn't even know. That could be any family in Canada right now and yet half of us still have this invisible wall of ignorance in that because it's not a physical illness like Cancer or MS it's seemingly "less than," it doesn't receive half the merit it deserves because these are people's BRAINS, THEIR MINDS. They have FEAR in them. And that stops them from seeking help because some family tradition believes you're a "tough man," BULL DIGGITY! Men haven't been given the chance to feel their emotions and I think a man who can be vulnerable is incredibly sexier and wiser than the boy who thinks he can just rise above. 

I'm not ashamed. I'm not disgraced by the mountains, hills and valleys I've climbed to turn my demons into my friends and understand my feelings. The word "Grace" has become one of my 4 words to live by and if you look up stigma one of the associated words is DISGRACE; should anyone feel a neurological condition is disgraceful please message me and I'll gladly explain the differences. 

I'm a mental health advocate. I stand up for those who believe they're not worth it because I've been there and now I'm back here with purpose. Guess what? We ALL have it. So yes, my purpose, my why, is to demonstrate that yes mental health exists. I like SO MANY, LIKE BASICALLY EVERYONE THESE DAYS, battle and fight like a warrior to keep myself alive and it's not as easy as taking a pill and calling it a day. 

So long as stigma is alive, the barrier continues. The hopelessness continues...

It took me 42 minutes to write this and a Facebook post because this morning I woke up with purpose and I'm just walking on my treadmill writing this out and I am on fire in my soul, the best kind ❤💕❤💕🎉❤❤🎉  

Unknowing

Dear Unknowing,

#1 LIGHTEN UP! Welcome to the conversations of the day, the ones where "happy pills" are considered a complete and total insult, so you're hella lucky no one has slapped you out for that, because if pills were that magical, well, I wouldn't be sober from alcohol would I? Do you think depression would have taken as many lives as it has if we could pop something that made our day totally fantastic all the time? Regardless of your sincerity, as I know we joke a lot and I am very sarcastic, I would drop this before someone drops you.

I have to write to you today about a comment that threw me so off guard. While I understand you have no logic on the subject, experience, you're a "total guy," my glory do you know how to rip open someones heart. And hey, to each their own. I don't expect anyone to understand or to support me, but I also don't need your understanding if you don't understand. Just don't give your opinion, as you went on to do, just acknowledge you have no f'ing clue what you're talking about. You were right, you will never win. Just kidding. I'm trying to move on, so take this with a grain of salt. 


I was talking to a male friend about this purchase I made, which happens to be for my future-one-day kid that I bought at St. Jacobs one day. You see, he is handy when it comes to wood and I am moving. In my packing and what not I came across this wooden piece of mine that I finally noticed had 0 done to the back so I told him I wanted him to help me fix it. "You don't have a kid" and he is right. So I went on to explain a bit more....and didn't hear back till today. And this is what was said:

Fair: He does have no idea. So here, let me give you some personal insight and maybe save another person from an incredibly unexpected upset. You're allowed to feel this way, again, but I'm still shocked that was the first thing said.

You're familiar with grieving right? The process of grieving? It's an individual process to each and every person on this planet. There is no right time or wrong time for loss, even if "you choose it," as I we never expect these events, and it can be a numbing experience. I tried taking my life the year after and finally was like K GIRL SLOW DOWN your life is on the line here. So why did I act like this? Like most I have values, morals and beliefs that, suddenly at the age of 21 I had to consciously choose to go against and it broke my heart. I didn't know what I was doing, I had little support because who are you going to tell? The clincher comment I'll never forget was my mom being upset because that was her grandchild too. That comment made me sick emotionally and physically.

I'M SO FAR FROM WHERE I ONCE WAS, LIKE TODAY CONGRATULATING MY COLLEGE MATE FOR HER SECOND PREGNANCY AT 20! I'm so happy for her because she wants this so bad!
It's like alcohol, there are babies everywhere and I was wide awake the whole time. That shit doesn't leave your brain.

As I've grown older, surprisingly. things have affected me in an incredibly painful way. You learn so much more when you're not some drunk, stupid 21 year old who was trying to drink herself numb to this experience. Everything I did, everywhere I went; my ex boyfriends first nephew was the hardest experience for me in that I had no choice but to accept and love newborns in my life almost everyday. I had to hold them and love them and honestly it was so rewarding. However, I would hold that boy with all the love in the world and still selfishly in my head, yes, the sick part of me was thinking about my pregnancy. How none of it was a happy experience. The fact that it was a 20 day process I cannot forget because regardless of the circumstances you grieve. You grieve incredibly hard to the point where you don't even know who you are; "How the F did I get here?"

My ex boyfriend living in Halifax got me pregnant and neither of us are ready for this....CURVE BALL

It's not like that for everyone, but it was for me and I cannot apologize for that, but I can apologize for bringing it up. I am sorry if I made you uncomfortable, I think you're super rad.

I was told by my therapist that turning off that emotional place; the place where it hurts to hear about pregnancies and thinking "what the fuck did I do?" it's important to remember that was not my only shot at motherhood. More importantly, move forward with hope and possibility versus just shutting it out, I'd rather feel something than nothing at all.

I have maternal instincts. I aspire to inspire the youth. Kids make me the happiest person in the world contrary to so many people I hear who say "ugh. I won't have kids." I LOVEEEEE THEM!

I feel so much better typing this out. You have challenged me not to get upset directly at you because I understand you don't understand. Congratulations this is a Valentines Day Miracle, I am being kind!  You do try to make an effort to understand or at least recognize the upset AND SAY YOU'LL TALK TO ME IN PERSON should it be bothering me still! I'm capitalizing that because a lot more men in this world could use that page from his book. I appreciate you, you disaster.

I don't want all my life events to own my happiness or rob me of my days and for the majority of the time they don't, but on a day like today-- I gotsssssss all the feels hahah! Your mom is your valentine, you get it. (We're so lucky though!)


To the understanding, the kind and the compassionate. I thank you forever and always.

Dorothy xo

Happy VALENTINES DAY!

AHA! Just because I am not in a romantic relationship does not mean I am not celebrating this day of love. As John Mayer would say, say what you need to say. So I'm gonna write WHATEVER and likely thank those that I love

Thanks to Facebook I had some lovely memories stream through and I cannot help but get all nostalgic and sappy. I get that it's some what of a hallmark holiday, but when given the chance for the world to celebrate love, I think we'd be crazy not to celebrate! And I do truly have a lot to be thankful for, as I might not have a man telling me he loves me, but I told myself this morning.

When I love someone or something, it's no joke-- even my little sister will tell you I "love everything, what don't you love?"Stuff! But I love humans even the ones who have put a tiny mark on my heart.

So, when that someone or something goes missing or is no longer apart of my life, I really feel a void. I cannot stand hostility because it eats away at my stomach. I struggle with abandonment and a need for protection and too often I have forgotten that the only person who can truly do that is me, though, my reactions do not always come across that way; I get so confused and scared I react like I am losing the person to death or as though I've done something to make them never want to talk to me again (catastrophic thinking). I forget that compassion and forgiveness, two principles I live by, exist and that I am not the only one who possesses those beautiful traits. More importantly, there are men out there who are genuine and authentic with their compassion and rather than forgiveness, acceptance. Acceptance of who I am, who we are, where we are, why we are the way we are...They challenge me by putting their compassion before their egos and I have to let my guard down.

Recently someone said to me, "There's no winning with you is there?" Hit me like a ton of bricks. I almost even reacted to that but instead I just backed down and said "I'm super sorry." #HELLFROZEOVER I am so quick to defend myself it's concerning. I do not own the worlds problems, I don't know why I can get so bent out of shape but I think it comes down to justice, tolerance and self worth. Justice in that, I am so fed up with anything but love and that's the tolerance piece but I also have to be tolerant of other people and who they are, what they have to say or share. I am very tolerant, but in previous romantic relationships, especially concerning their job, I was having none of it.

RSPS are only so interesting for so long. But in all honesty, I believe that my ex boyfriend is capable of so much more than what he sold himself for. That was definitely a deal breaker, he sold himself short and I don't think his heart is in it, but that is so far from my problem. He is smart, talented, charming and wise in topics that are unusual; like space! Now, I love space. Before I couldn't comprehend why on earth someone would care. That sentence is funny and I didn't mean to make it that way, "why on earth" (just me? got it) ...So randomness ahead..

 Troy, if you read this: Thank you for the 3 years of valentines, though I paid for lunch year 1, took you to Vegas year two AND made a box full of goodies, and last year....well, the rest is history haha! You'll always be my elephant shoe.

To my brother: Thank you for letting me crash in Montreal the years prior, as anytime I wanted to go visit him aka party with my friends from McGill it just so happened that Valentines was a good time to go. Killed his wheels, but his girlfriend supports me.

To Lauren: I am dying of laughter already typing this. Couples massages in Collingwood and I fell asleep right near the end, snoring and naturally I'll never live the memory down but my goodness that killed me. Just one massive snort to wake me up hahaha! Then we went to Cabo..tried getting 40 pesos (oh my goofballs) then I remembered I had yet to order Chris' v day pizza till right before we boarded. Good thing. That's the one person I don't care to talk about anymore, which is fantastic. I don't say this maliciously, but that person doesn't exist to me.

The pregnancy was basically Mother Mary in my eyes, you had nothing to do with it. Anyone who thinks they "don't owe you anything" after an experience like that because your 21 year old, pregnant and emotionally messed up ex cheated on you, do not waste one more breathe or tear on them just let me write this. You don't have to like me, but to tell me you don't owe me anything and your girlfriend to say it's irrelevant? There are days where I wish I went through it so you would have to pay child support and then MAYBE you'd have a real reason to be mad. Those are Dorothy's fightin' words because I think about it every day of my life just not negatively anymore, but irrelevant? I think you forgot how babies were made, it takes two connections not just one, but that's the cowardliness and the inability take responsibility (it happens).  Responsibility is a hard trait to find in men, sorry, taking responsibility for their words or actions.

I am guilty of this too, not pointing fingers. I am in recovery its like the manual of "how to take responsibility for everything in your life without making excuses," it's super hard. But when you care enough about someone and remove some emotion from it, you realize people are worthy of compassion and kindness no matter what.


You see, you go through shit and you live and you learn. Hopefully. I mean, we are always learning but you learn more about yourself and what you don't want, what you do want, what you refuse to tolerate, the signs, the motives and the warm heartedness.

Losing my dog last year was so hard, but I have come to see that there was a purpose for it and I find great solace in that. I don't care to explain what it is, as it's special to me. But I know he is up there with my baby boy. Yes, my son. They watch over me. There's not other way I could have gone through what I have without some support I was "blinded" to.

In my own efforts of strength and love I have been able to influence others to do the same and champion their own journeys and it is so fucking incredible to watch. Sorry for swearing, but #StickBoi for example, buddy, you're killing it. I love that you message me with updates about how many months clean too because it reminds me the excitement of making it another 24 hours. I WANT IT! SO I GO FOR IT!


BUT I HAVE TO SAY THANKS TO SOME PEOPLE WHO HAVE LOVED AND ACCEPTED ME FOR SO FUCKING LONG THEY DESERVE AN AWARD:

Paige Goloubef - Ketchup- I love you and miss you every day. I miss our stupidity in risk taking daily activities but I guess we had to grow up. Thank you for being there whenever my heart broke, especially the times you gave me tough love in knowing I deserve better given some circumstances.

MOM AND DAD: I owe you my life.

Sabaina: My Canadian Beyonce without the twins. I don't know where I would be or who I would be, honestly you have stood by me and watched me grow because you believe in me. You have always believed in me and my abilities, even when I'm crying in bed and don't believe in me, you do. I love you forever and always.

My brothers: I am both sorry and thankful for you two. I am sorry for scaring you and hurting you, you're both my forever heroes, even if you're making fun of me. Thank you for accepting me in all mt forms, I know it has not been easy.  You have kept me alive, though I used to get upset you never called me while I was drunk, you introduced me to music-words- mantras that to this day I live by and confidently at that. I immediately put myself back in the blue Acura with Garrett or the black one with Evan; blasting music that many people at that time could not comprehend as appealing but it wasn't about that. It was the therapeutic aspect and my goly is it strong. I was just telling mom today how everyday I have to have music playing in Woodstock because otherwise I would be all in my head. Switching it up to the Greens or Boys Night Out- brilliant! or TAKE A LOAD OFF ANNIE!... or 5:44 into Led....AND AS WE WIND ON DOWN THE ROAD OUR SHADOWS TALLER THAN OUR SOUL THERE WALKS A LADY WE ALL KNOW..

Carly: You are an angel. A walking angel. It blows my mind how we became friends and have come full circle. Your bagel saving, your laughter and overall personality make me feel I can be completely myself and I love that. There's no better feeling.

Aisha: My scorpio sister, meeting you through Carls was a blessing. I dont even know where to start. Maybe when Carly told me you liked crystals but at that point all you had was a rose quartz #rookie I love you so much. I cannot even put it into words. I have known you my whole life, I just know it. Your wisdom is straight from 111

J bird: You taught me some seriously challenging lessons like giving up control, learning to look at what I have versus what I want. You are my wizard healer. I eat and feel better, and your love is never ending and vice versa. Lets go feed the horses at Grail!

Grail Springs, Mychaila: I need to find a new word for you two. Love just doesn't cut it


This valentines I am rejoicing in all the love I do have around me and how grateful I am to still be able and willing to give the love that I have to those who, similar to myself, are unfamiliar with the ideology of unconditional love.

This Valentine’s Day, with the astrology looking quite calm, it’s a good time to remember that love is love is love and that we should celebrate ALL the love in our lives, romantic or not. 


May you be filled with love and abundance today!
Love
Dorothy

Action Reaction / Love

Since when was the dating world/being single so gosh darn complicated?

I've come to conclusion once someone makes my blog, even though their name is not exposed they know who I'm talking about it and I receive messages like "take me off your blog," or "I'm grateful you didn't use my name," and I can totally appreciate that. It's scary how the written word can have so much power in today's society. I never thought of my blog as a potential weapon, but the reactions from some of the "men" I've called out, priceless. I have to remind myself "what is the action that lead to this reaction?" OH RIGHT! YOU MADE THAT COMMENT! And now I want to write about it because I know I'm not the only one...(cue Sam Smith)

I have all right to discuss what I want, sorry. That is the world we live in today. However, never in a million years would I ever go out of my way to hurt someone on here. I bring realities to life, the messiness and try to make sense of it all. Like how naive I can be when it comes to love. But where do we draw the line? Between keeping going or "giving up" and I'm all for DONT GIVE UP! LOVE IS LOVE! I'm as hopeless romantic as they come, but I'm laughing at myself and the scenario I find myself in. That's why I also share because I know I'm not the only one. I have an inbox full of messages from my friends about their relationships and honestly, right now is a shitty time of the year for all people.

You need to listen to your gut. The one that says no matter how irrational and cray I might seem, if the person is really worth it, if you can feel that in your soul DO NOT GIVE UP.  If your heart can't stop you'll be miserable trying to stop it, go with the flow, but don't let anyone treat you like shit or disrespect you. Don't lose your sense of self in the process. You deserve the same treatment as you would give, if it's not reciprocated, walk away. You know your worth, I know mine but I am not living up to it, till now.
 When you mess up, be prepared to live with the consequences. How else are we supposed to learn? That's life challenging you through your own demise, which is how we rise.

LADIES: Be strong. Be yourself. Don't back down.


This whole wrist slapping reprimanding is a JOKE. Have we lost our self respect and I include myself in this? Or the constant questioning "should I text him or leave it?" "I feel like he.." YOU CANNOT ASSUME HIS EMOTION. But you can do what you think is right for yourself, take that risk, walk away or do something that makes him feel like "shit, this is real." YOU ARE AS REAL AS IT GETS AND DONT FORGET THAT!

DO WHAT YOUR HEART FEELS IS RIGHT AND STOP LISTENING TO THE BRAIN. The littlest things go such a far way, be grateful for all the lessons you're being given from life experiences as the bad and brutal build you for the bold and beautiful; remember these feelings, this state of mind is only as temporary as you want it to be. The sadness, disappointment, anger; remind yourself who you are and the simple fact alone that you can address these emotions and not want to hide in a hole (you might, but please don't) thats courage. That's using your heart to do something really brave even though you are not prepared or wanting to do so. Read a book and let your mind escape in it. Write your own!


It is all to easy for people to forget that behind every person, every soul, every human is a story. Not all stories have been fairytales, which is evident given the rates of depression and loneliness. But we have all the resources available, not all accessible, but love is out there.

Trauma is a real thing and I think our society forgets how many of us have experienced that and so the simple ignoring of a text or maybe the avoidance of what someone perceives to be a waste of time, explore that. Time is a human made invention and we all are deserving of ears and people's time. I don't tell the guys I meet about my trauma and it doesn't hit me till the 11th hour that I'm not just suffering sadness, it's the compounded emotions that go along with it. That's where, personally, I find myself struggling the most. And what does that mean? I have more work to do on myself. I honestly do not like that idea as much as the next guy because I want to believe I am over things and that things or people don't hurt me. I can put on a really brave face/mask/shield; I make an amazing Martyr. I want to believe I don't have to talk about my ex boyfriend still and how seeing his girlfriend comment on the photos of my...his..their...nephews "my dudes" and my heart is sensitive (shocking, i know) and it thinks "that was just me! I loved those boys with every bone in my body and now Uncle  CoCo is just dead."

Truthfully speaking my self worth took a dive. It wasn't too bad, but I caught myself listening to the opinions of someone who spent maybe 5 hours with me in total in December of 2016, but continued to tell me nice things, I went along with it and then I realized nothing about it felt right; I get lost in my emotions, I felt alone and I question why did I let that person in? "I was just beginning to feel like my diamond self and now I feel like buried treasure." Ultimately, its up to us. We can throw as much blame as we want at other people but they aren't and cannot clean up YOUR mess.

Our messes are beautiful tapestries of life events. No two people should experience the same or there wouldn't be the beautiful diversity we see everyday. Fight for what you want, but know when the time is right to give up. When your heart says, "that's it."

Surrender.
Let it be.



Love Dorothy

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It has been said that people gain maximum growth both through personal sacrifice of learning and teaching or sharing of personal life experiences.

I couldn't agree more. It can save lives or influence people. THATS my goal. I want to help relieve others of their pain and suffering. If I can do it, you sure as hell can too.

Courage over Bravery

I remember my ex boyfriend saying to me once that I needed to remember who I was and not just my online presence. At the time I thought I thought that it was valid information, I was putting so much of my efforts, willingly and happily, into my advocacy, volunteering, making impact and sharing that he seemingly thought I forgot who I was; who we were. It's so amazing to have the clarity I do now to look back at those times and think, "I'm pretty sure I was growing and trying to show the world my process for the simple reason that I felt disconnected in recovery, in my career, in my lifestyle. My ex certainly could not relate to what I was going through, though he tried.

 If I could give him advice now it would be that I wish you had just sat by my side more and let me know you know I am struggling but it's ok. Just let me cry. I pushed you away, physically, because I just wanted someone to understand the feelings I was feeling were not  so much me as they were my illness. I told you that, but you told me I couldn't "blame" everything on my illness. I didn't. I was battling war fields. I just wanted you to sit by my side or in another room even. Not find a solution. Not call or go visit my home where a lot of my energy at that time was being sucked out of. Moreover, I didn't choose this. Not in 1000 years would I ever choose this, but it is what it is and while I am sorry I was mean and hurtful at times, I am learning. I am getting better. I am getting way stronger. And way calmer. Why? Because I have faith in myself and abilities, I am no longer that scared Colleen thinking "will I ever make it? what if I'm alone" I am never alone but living alone has been fantastic. 

But you see, I was confused as hell. I needed time to figure out what was real in my thoughts and what was not in terms of what did I want from my life? What am I willing to do to go after it? I'm very happy to say I have a great idea as to what that is and I have been using my courage ever since to discover that. Courage is from the heart, it's allowing your imperfections to be apart of you and expressing that. I'll never forget the last day I saw you in our apartment and I thanked you, book in my hand, for all the lessons you taught you both good and hard. You sat there and smiled and accepted it all, failing to mention you already moved on, you had a new girlfriend. One who is the complete opposite of me; blonde, short, from the U.S., a figure skater or something? 

I must admit that it made me both happy and sad she was nothing like me; happy because you'll never find a girl like me, no offence though she seems lovely I cannot say a bad thing about her, I'm a savage warrior goddess; I felt sad because, it took you no time and not to mention I heard and now know what was going on for all those months prior, I was just a fucking joke to you for 3 years. However, I'm grateful for the time spent. You're not a horrible human, just lack integrity and deceny. "My bonuses didn't come in properly" i don't know anything about money but I knew that was bullshit the moment you said it. Who messes up a bonus? ITS YOUR BONUS. It could have happened whatever. The point is I was courageous in using my heart and brave in that I continue to speak about it but with my head held high and all the grace I can muster because it's relevant. So many people my age are going through this yet no one speaks about it (here's grace: just want to say thanks for the heartbreak m&%her f%^ker, I turned it into art). That was three years of our life. 

vul·ner·a·bil·i·ty

noun

1. the quality or state of being exposed to the possibility of being attacked or harmed, either physically or emotionally. 

brave

brāv/

adjective

1. 1.

   ready to face and endure danger or pain; showing courage.

cour·age

ˈkərij/

noun

1. the ability to do something that frightens one.

   "she called on all her courage to face the ordeal"

   • strength in the face of pain or grief.

     "he fought his illness with great courage"

Since I can remember I have been known to google the definition of the word(s) I am speaking to for speeches, essays, posts whether to ensure I am using the right context, though if you're writing about a certain topic you hope the person has a clue about it, but more so I can visually put it into frame of mind. I can look at the differences or spot them myself. 

As many of you know, my first podcast to ever be recorded was debuted yesterday and it was totally exciting. Yet, I was a ball of nerves the entire day. I recorded it in December and forgot what I said, but more importantly my voice/name/story/recovery was now accessible to the entire world. Yes, my blog is too. But it's different. Both are vulnerable times, but I can write about vulnerability till I'm blue in the face. Talking about it is challenging, but incredibly empowering. Too, in order to allow ourselves to fully connect with ourselves and humanity I feel like we need to experience vulnerability in a myriad of ways so we are able to show compassion and connect with others. 

In order to be vulnerable you have to be willing to take risks from time to time, like speak your truth to an audience, break your own heart, drop your program for your dream job; all of these events take us to use our whole heart. "Follow your heart not your stupid brain" best quote I read the other day. I used to go with my head versus heart WHY DENY OURSELVES JOY OR HAPPINESS! I am not afraid to be the first to say I love you or take a willingness shot at something with no guarantee.

That's what I do. I am a messy storyteller who tries to make sense of the messiness and the world around us. But I can't just put my helmet on and go into battle, I have to use my sword and maybe put it to use a couple times despite being totally incapable of holding one. If I believe I can, I can and I will. I'm no different from you except that I am me. In other words, don't be afraid to be excruciatingly vulnerable, as it's really the birth place for all things fun and wonderful in our lives.

So I just wanted to speak on a vulnerable subject and then outline what it is to me and say thank you. 

Thank you for being open to my vulnerability. Thank you for giving me feedback whether good or bad because I'm going to need it for the rest of my life. Thank you for listening to my podcast even if you didn't make it all the way through. Thank you to those who shared it and a massive thank you to anyone who really took a message away from it. THATS WHAT IT IS ALL ABOUT! 

And thank you to the current people in my life who have made these past few months hella worth living. 

Love, 

Dorothy 

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Thank you to all those in my life who were able to make this happen...I'm so humbled. I cannot believe this is real, but to those who listen. Thank you.