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30 Days of Healing Presents: How to Stop Needing External Validation  New Video Blog! 

As gentle, soft spring showers subside into the blistering heat of summer, our ascent towards glistening red suns begins. We rise up, heat energy embracing us like a mother reunited with a child long lost, slowly allowing our proverbial outer layer to burn and shed off in the glowing gold light. We are raw and exposed in these moments, free falling before we grow new wings. This can leave one feeling euphorically defenseless.  In an embryonically liberating way we are guided by a passion that forsakes empirical knowledge in favor of anything new and different. Yearning for change we tumble along weeded paths because we understand nothing can stay, everything must change, even our very core. It is no coincidence then, as the air bakes crisply in the sun like a hot apple pie resting on a windowsill that many of us find our lives transitioning into unexplored territories. We are ghosts desperately searching for corporal form, not yet having found a comfortable fit as we ...

Ever heard that Leonard Cohen line “4 o'clock in the afternoon and I didn't feel like very much?” That’s usually how I feel on my groggy-I-don't-know-what’s-going-on-in-my-life-anymore days. Guess it helps me stop just short of entering into victimhood territory, because if Leonard Cohen can feel so gloomy then maybe it’s not so bad after all; there is still art to be made and stories to be told. Life goes on, and all that, in spite of the darkness. But it’s still 2:17 PM and I just arose from my bed half an hour ago, having forcibly squeezed my eyes shut upon each ever-hopeful fluttering attempts to drag me into the hellish daylight that as of recent is riddled with rather unbearable acute anxiety. I will painfully hold on to the last few hours I have left where my brain isn't functioning amidst constant chaos, thank you very much. I used to wait tables, and once during a Sunday morning brunch shift a co-worker disdainfully remarked “H...