#councelling

Like, sometimes it IS the parents that the child is having problems with, or maybe its something they dont want their parents to know about.

Not all parents (and in my opinion, most) allow their child to just go and actually talk to someone about their problems without making a huge ass deal about it and telling them to just deal with it themselves like a normal person, or worse, joking about something that is clearly important to their child.

And i know that the counselors also can't just have a 'session' with a student without parental consent, but no one is stopping them from just casually talking to a student. They're always going on about how we should consider them a 'friend' well, i certainly don't need my parents to allow me to talk to a friend, do i?

I am bringing Conversation sessions with you all ,

Anyone is welcomed with any thoughts you have, I promise to be non judgemental, and be a healthy support.

Sometimes, being a business owner is SO difficult but, since becoming disabled, it’s also the only thing that has come to my aid at the last second time and time again.

I am a spiritual helper, someone who assists folks along their path when they feel lost or unbeknownst to themselves. When a person doesn’t know why but they lost and alone, I have some remedies that can be handy. I’ve helped hundreds and thousands of folks, often time for free, in a space I hold called the Shamans Office on TikTok, and some who’ve paid for classes, videos or services. All of them beyond satisfied, (at least by what they tell me,) with my services. I even have a free hour consultation on my website (which may be more of a loss on my end because usually everyone gets all the help they need with the one session or keep my contact for further free exploitation of help on my guilt.)

I’m also a freelance and independent artist. I have a project always in development and just released a new collaboration project with the Dream ai called XAI. It’s got vivid and engaging imagery. It’s unique and original. AND I put new merch almost daily up with my art on it, allow FREE item design requests. I keep uploading hoping one day a sale will hit and that it will start the avalanche….but things are looking extremely bleak.

I didn’t know where to put this…I don’t know if anyone will see it…or give it notes, or share it….but, if you see it, it sure would help me and my seven year old son to survive, save to get our vehicle fixed ($3500) and…maybe get me started back on the track of being able to tend to my health the way I need to so I can stick around.

A little late to the realization. But ..

I dont haven obligation to anyone to fix their problems . All I need is to work on myself,

Call me selfish, call me a bitch .

But you are not my problem to fix .

Call me what ever you want .

It's a 3am phone call that we knew was coming, but prayed it never would.

It's a doctor having to tell another family that their loved one is legally braindead.

It's a mother's heart being ripped out from her chest.

This is a room (and a whole hospital waiting room) full of brothers, sisters, nieces, nephews, cousins, aunts, uncles, and friends beating themselves up that they didn't do more to save you.

It's a daughter and a son who have to figure this world out without their dad.

This is an empty chair at every family event.

This is waking up on Monday morning feeling empty. Feeling angry, because how could you do this to us? Feeling sad because we know you fought so hard to recover. Feeling guilty because we wonder if we could of done more to save you. Feeling a sense of relief that you're no longer battling your demons. Finding comfort in knowing the caucasian john doe they have in the morgue isn't you.

This is a man who loved with everything he had. A man who valued family more than anything. A father who adored his children. A son, a brother, a goofy uncle, a friend to anyone who had the pleasure to know him.

This is "just one more time" .. "just a little hit" .. "I know my tolerance" ..

This is 6 months without you and still not knowing how to process that you're gone.

This is addiction.

Drugs don't love you. Your family and friends do.