Today, I’m 45.
And I’m so freakin’ excited about it! The journey, as many of you know, has been less than smooth but I feel like I have my wings again. I'm waiting to hear if I got selected for Ted Talk Sedona and I'm about 30K words into a memoir I'm writing.
Scott brought me to a beautiful hotel for a day and a night of relaxation. It’s been just that. I even took a nap yesterday—something my go-go-go wiring doesn’t let me do often.
After we left the spa pool, we took a walk over to the Desert Zen Intention Labyrinth Journey. It looks like a maze but it’s anything but a left-brain puzzle. The way in is the way out—one path leading to the center of your deepest self and back out again with a broadened understanding of life.
Scott reminded me that when we were separated, he visited his aunt and uncle in Birmingham where they installed a labyrinth in their back yard. He stepped into the walking meditation asking the question about us. Specifically, he was hopeful that we would find our way back to each other but unsure what he should do. He walked with purpose asking this question and heard something to the effect of, “patience.” Or so that’s what he remembered but he couldn’t quite remember exactly what the line was that helped him understand his role in 2016.
Yesterday, he walked the labyrinth again with the intention of gratitude. The exact line he’d heard the first time came back to him. It was “stay the course.”
And I’m so glad he did. He stayed the course of being kind, loving, and concerned all the while owning his part of our separation. We both grew and healed.
When I read the directions for the labyrinth, I was reminded that it is truly a way to focus your body on an activity so that you can open yourself to your intuition. When I first started channeling messages from kids in spirit, most times, I was doing something physical like building furniture. Or driving a car. Or walking.
Many people feel they need to take classes and meditate hours on end to access their own inner knowing and channel messages from spirit. It’s never been that way for me. Plus, let’s call a spade a spade: I’m way too ADD for that. I think all of that is useful and to each his own, but I don’t necessarily think you need to study intuition to access it. Pay attention to when you get “downloads.” Is it in the car? Shower? During exercise?
You might be wondering what happened when I walked the labyrinth. Well, because I was so focused on walking it, I thought about what we were doing for dinner and concentrated on not tripping. Some kind of spirit medium I am, right?!?!
P.S. Last night at dinner, spirit did come in wanting me to share a message with a fellow diner. But I’ll keep that one to myself because it’s not my story to tell.
People smile when they see the bracelet Scott surprised me with out of the blue. Not just because there’s a cuss word on it, but because when you read it, it just says exactly what he wanted me to know.
To keep fucking going.
This was one way of saying keep speaking out. Despite what it all means for him—me talking openly about a past relationship and all the pain it brought to our lives—he wants me to keep going. To keep lighting the dark spaces of our world that are pretty scary to talk about for a number of reasons. He knows what it means for me when I do speak out.
It means retaliation.
It means nasty, bullying messages and covert operations to keep me from speaking out. It means bullying people (as recently as few weeks ago) who are standing by my side.
It means lies being put out into the world about me. I remember reading awhile back that my ex claimed I said “If you leave me, I’ll ruin you.” Of course, I said no such thing. Anyone who knows me, knows that’s not something I’d say. It took a lot for me to start talking about what happened because it’s hard to admit that I would allow it and that I wasn’t strong enough to break free long ago. And he’d done a fabulous job of grooming his followers and friends to believe I was the one who was abusing him. The old “flip the script” tactic my psychotherapist told me about is in full swing.
Now, will I stand up for myself? Yes. Will I protect myself and my family and go as far as to stand in court in front of a judge in order to be granted a restraining order based on REAL EVIDENCE that he was trying to “ruin me” and bully me? Yes. None of his exes or current wife have ever fought back publicly but I heard from many privately that they endured very similar abuse, and in some cases, worse. I certainly wasn’t begging him to stay, I had already packed up his stuff and carried all of it to UPS and shipped it to his place near Seattle. Not really the kind of thing you do if you’re trying to keep someone in your life. I was fighting for my life.
It means potential danger for me. And now you know why.
Keep fucking going has now become my mantra. As long as I breathe, I will share the good, bad, beautiful, ugly, embarrassing, and messy about life before, after, and during abuse.
I never want my children or their children (or anyone in the world) to endure what I allowed for a brief time in my life. But first, they have to recognize the signs of narcissistic abuse before it turns abusive.
If you’re in a relationship that has turned abusive, keep doing the hard work to figure out how to save yourself. Even if it’s not right this minute for a variety of reasons, keep pushing towards a life without abuse. Learn how to not absorb the verbal and emotional abuse being slung at you. Baby steps until you can take one big, giant leap.
You’ve got this. Keep fucking going.
You’re so worth it.
Most of the women who have written to me about my ex talk about lending money to him and never getting it back. Believing in him and ultimately paying a big price. I certainly did this very thing, and more. My parents did. Ex-clients of his did. And the list goes on.
Author and activist, Shannon Thomas, talks about the little known epidemic of financial abuse that comes with narcissistic abuse in her book, Exposing Financial Abuse: When Money is a Weapon. I'm so glad someone is talking about it!
When I was knee-deep in it, I didn't even fully realize it was happening. I thought I was investing in our future. To add insult to injury, not only were we together personally, we teamed up professionally. I was spending money on building his brand. A mistake I will forever regret and one that cost me dearly. Climbing out of financial abuse is pretty much like climbing out of the Grand Canyon without shoes on. It could have been worse for me, I realize. But it also could have been better if I had recognized the signs and listened to my intuition.
Sign #1: "Let me help steer your company. Together, we can conquer the world." I remember where I was sitting when he suggested I name him president of Mod Mom. I was on a plane back home, high on the drug that I now know is trauma bonding. My immediate gut reaction was wait, what?!? I wanted him to help but I was thinking consultant. So what did I do? I made him president. And I listened to his advice about the industry and what we should do to grow the Mod Mom brand. I poured money into marketing, trade shows, and travel. Naively, I believed that if we grew his brand (cleverly disguised as a co-brand—Mod Life— a take on the Mod Mom name), we could then build up Mod Mom. Typing this makes me cringe—I was so far in I didn't see it for what it was. BUT my gut knew immediately it was a bad idea and I felt it physically.
Sign #2: "You're not doing enough for Mod Life." -- says man who napped during the day and blamed everyone else for his money issues. At one point in the journey, I'd all but abandoned Mod Mom to continue to try to grow Mod Life. Hell, even my Dad jumped in to help at a trade show with promises from my ex of a great part-time gig helping sell Mod Life. Pretty early on, I was being groomed to give and give, and gaslighted to believe I wasn't giving enough. The scoldings that included lines like, "You're just not focused on Mod Life and our life" fell out of his mouth like he was reciting lines from a play. Knowing what I know now, he likely used a similar line on his exes. I remember working a full time job and coming home to do more work—press releases, marketing, graphic design, etc—and nothing was ever good enough. One time, I got up early before my job at the university to do some social media for Mod Life and I got scolded for sharing a post without asking him first. He was the head of Mod Life, ya know. When he needed my help or money, we were a team. When he had all of that, Mod Life was his and I wasn't to mess with his plan. There were many rules like not replying to emails within a 24 hour time span. And when I did, I would get told I was wrong. This might not seem like it relates to financial abuse, but the more I believed I really wasn't doing enough or wasn't doing it "right," the more guilty I felt and the more I volunteered to pony up the piggy bank. I knew that giving financially (even when I couldn't afford it) was "proof" I was truly helping.
There was a brief moment where I considered moving half-time to North Carolina, where the Mod Life furniture manufacturer was located at the time. Now that I know tactic number one with narcissistic abuse is isolation and control, I look back and think how lucky I am that I actually followed my intuition on that one. And he did his damndest to make me feel guilty for not committing to us like he was by moving to NC. (He never did, by the way.) Even in the state of mind I was in, which was always trying to figure which way was up, I knew that living part-time in another state away from my children meant that if his wife (separated) and kids in Pennsylvania needed money that month, that's where the money would always go. Getting myself back to Flagstaff to be with my kids would fall to the bottom of the priority list and there was a very good chance I'd be trapped. I thank God every day I didn't go down that path, and instead got a job in Flagstaff. He would make me feel as if I wasn't giving as much as he was when I would say that I wasn't going to live in NC full-time but I'd travel back and forth. At one point, I felt like I was just steps away from losing everything including my soul. Listening to my heart and my gut was what saved me from an endless cycle of abuse in NC.
Sign #3 "I'll pay you back." Um, yeah. That never happened. Whether it was me paying for his parking ticket, plane tickets because of last minute change of plan for him, or sending money to help his wife and kids, it was never paid back.
Recovering from financial abuse goes hand in hand, most times, with recovering from the emotional and verbal abuse. They seem to be like peanut butter and jelly, only they both taste horrible and leave you feeling exhausted, drained, and hopeless, at times.
I've vowed to take care of debts that aren't mine, but that are there because someone I care for trusted me. And therefore, trusted him. I've worked a lot of jobs over the past few years. Full-time, freelance, contract work—you name it, I do it.
I thank God every day I have a partner like Scott who is as far from abusive on any level as they come. He's paid debts that were caused by my ex as I cried into his shoulder all the while saying, "Kiers, we've got this...it will be OK."
Not everyone has a Scott. Not everyone has the opportunities or strength to work many jobs that can help dig out of the hole left by falling into an abusive relationship. I've always been a doer, working many jobs through college and then multiple jobs when we needed it. (I credit my parents for instilling that work ethic in me.) I've said many times that I feel lucky having endured what I did that I didn't spend time in a abuse treatment center. I know many who recover from this kind of abuse spiral further or decide to check out all together. Finding yourself again while fighting financial battles is not an easy road but it's doable!
If you are in a relationship where you're constantly feeling you have to prop your partner up financially (and they are gaslighting you all the while), find a way to walk away. The most important thing I learned is that the gut punch feeling is real. The one I felt right before I went and made him president of my company was my big, fat, flashing red sign.
There are always signs, some you just can't see in the moment.
But most of the time, you can FEEL them.
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On occasion, people will ask me what my typical day or week is like, and how I deal with the spirit world and the "real" world at the same time.
Truth be told, Scott and I are in Vegas because of a professional work event tonight, and I had the brainiac idea to say, "let's watch a scary movie." Um...yeah. So about 30 minutes into Insidious 2, Scott is out like a light. I'm laying there thinking to myself, "this is way too scary to watch alone....and I can relate to this too much."
So here I am! What do ya know—now I have time to write a little. Funny how a scary movie made that happen.
The main reason for this post is to share my week with you because I think it paints a good picture of my reality—many people's reality with heightened intuition, actually.
Let me first start by saying not all weeks are like this. This week has been particulary interesting.
I try to keep my "woo woo" life separate and I do use boundaries with spirit so I'm not completely overwhelmed all the time, but I find that life has a way of making things happen when they are needed. Divine timing. If spirit is meant to come through, it will happen no matter what I'm doing in the moment. While it can be challenging at times, I've learned to roll with it over the years. As a former control freak, I learned that we really don't have "control"—you simply do your best from your heart and that's all you can do.
P.S. Friday Morning Update: So last night, I put my laptop away and turned off the light only to have one particular light come back on again. I was nowhere near the switch and when it turned off again, I knew someone in spirit was trying to get my attention but I also knew it was dark energy because of the work I do. The more you work in the light, the more you attract the dark. It's the yin and yang of our present reality. I called on my angels and guides for protection and finally went to sleep.
And I will finish that damn movie with the lights on!
The hardest thing about having heightened intuition isn't what happens when a child in spirit comes through with messages—it's what I feel in my heart for the parents who have suffered so much loss.
Every now and then, my heart sings because the child is able to make a real-life connection with their parents. We're talking about a tangible, see it, feel it, touch it kind of connection.
Last week, on the angelversary of his death, a child I know in spirit made one of these connections happen. But let me go back a few years, first.
Three years ago, the same child in spirit came through to me on his angelversary saying something about the telephone and his mom. I have known his family for years so I felt comfortable reaching out and asking her if she knew what he was talking about.
She sure did. That day, she received a telphone call but when she answered it, there was no one on the line. Or so she thought. He was telling her that he was the one that made that happen. He loved making that real-life connection and loved that she suspected it on her own but it wasn't until I reached out that she knew for sure.
This year, something similar happened. He has always left something tangible for his parents that they would find all over the yard and in their home. It's been this way with this particular type of "evidence" for years. (Some folks in spirit will leave signs like coins, feathers, etc.)
Last week, on his angelversary day, he told me to tell his mom to look down. When I asked if there was more to share, he said no. Just tell her that. So I did. A few days later, she wrote with a beautiful story of how she found his "sign" in a place you'd never think it would be. And it happened because she knew to look down. When I read her message, I had goosebumps from head to toe—one of my signs of confirmation.
I feel so blessed to be able to witness this amazing connection between a son and his parents. Selfishly, it's always grounding for me to step back from all the stuff in my life that can seem like a big deal and realize it's really not.
Love lives on. And love is truly all that matters.
I continue to receive messages from women who are reading parts of my website and sharing what they lived through regarding abuse. I'm so grateful for this network of courageous, amazing women. It's still mindblowing to me that so many are going through or have endured similar abuse while in romantic relationships—something I never thought was really a "thing" prior to being in a relationship riddled with narcissistic abuse.
Part of my therapy is connecting with others as well as continuing to pen my memoir. I'm getting closer to writing about that part of my life (in my book) which brings up mixed feelings. Will it bring up more hidden pain that I have yet to recognize and heal? My guess is yes. Will i remember things I hadn't thought about in years? Probably. I'm gearing up for that and trusting I'm ready to handle it.
On the business side of life, I've been busy working my marketing job, traveling the country presenting workshops and keynotes about entrepreneurship, and excitedly waiting for Mod Mom to launch on Amazon. Admittedly, I get overwhelmed sometimes but I'm also trying to recognize when I need some time out. I woke up at 4am this morning so I could have a little time to myself before work and write this post. Ironically, I never thought I'd be a writer and completely underestimated its power to fill my soul. Now, I don't know what I'd do if I couldn't spill my thoughts into this keyboard.
If you're recovering from trauma/abuse, consider writing about it even if it's not for publication. It's been a life saver for me!
Have a great Tuesday and remember to breathe and trust your intuition.
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