Is Your Child A Psychopath? Signs You Should Be Aware Of.


istock_000006360956xsmall-150x150As we continue to look at, investigate, try to understand and prevent tragedies like the mass murder at Sandy Hook Elementary School, I thought it would be a good ideal to look at the three categories of people the usually commit mass murder:

  • Those who are delusionally insane
  • Those who are deeply and suicidally depressed
  • Psychopaths

In rare occasions there are combinations of the three or substance users or in extremely rare cases, brain tumors that cause mental and behavioral changes such as in the case of Charles Whitman.

When it comes to psychopaths however, they are the easiest to explain, and yet often go the most unnoticed.

Psychopathy is a type of personality disorder.

Many people think that they can identify a psychopath by the way they look and act, but that is not usually the case. Most psychopaths are very charming and very good at hiding their psychopathic tendencies until pushed…

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the semicolon project


FullSizeRender-1FullSizeRender Today I went to a tattoo artist, and for $60 I let a man with a giant Jesus-tattoo on his head ink a semi-colon onto my wrist where it will stay until the day I die. By now, enough people have started asking questions that it made sense for me to start talking, and talking about things that aren’t particularly easy.

We’ll start here: a semi-colon is a place in a sentence where the author has the decision to stop with a period, but chooses not to. A semi-colon is a reminder to pause and then keep going. 

In April I was diagnosed with depression and anxiety. By the beginning of May I was popping anti-depressents every morning with a breakfast I could barely stomach. In June, I had to leave a job I’d wanted since I first set foot on this campus as an incoming freshmen because of my mental…

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21 Ways To Take Care Of A Highly Sensitive Person

Its like this was written specifically about me. Nice to know someone else feels this way, and gets it!

Thought Catalog

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A highly sensitive person is someone with a more ­developed­ than ­average nervous system. ­ Basically someone who over­feels everything. ­ They are extremely intuitive, and at times come of as being a little judgemental. Even if they had no intentions of judging anyone.

They are sensitive to loud people, irritated by smells and even rough fabrics. They are highly in tune with other peoples emotions, as well as their own, and are aware if one isn’t happy. Even if person is sitting far away from them at the dinner table. Because sensitive people are so in tune, life can be pretty exhausting for them. Thus causing them to withdraw at times, and for non-­sensitives to misunderstand.

The Highly Sensitive Person of (HSP) is not always shy or introverted. Shy people may be sensitive, but are more afraid of being rejected. Introverts get tired…

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For Those Who Hurt On Mother’s Day

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Today is Mother’s Day.

For many people that means flowers and handmade cards and brunches and hugs and laughter. It means celebration and gratitude and rejoicing.

But for some it just means tears.

For many moms and adult children out there, this day is a stark unsolicited reminder of what was but no longer is, or it is a heavy holiday of mourning what never was at all.

This day might bring with it the scalding sting of grief for the empty chair around a table.

It might come with choking regret for a relationship that has been horribly severed.

It might be a day of looking around at other mothers and other children, and feeling the unwelcome intrusion of jealousy that comes with comparison.

Consider this a love letter to you who are struggling today; you whose Mother’s Day experience might be rather bittersweet— or perhaps only bitter.

This is consent to feel fully the contents of your own heart…

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Confession is Good For the Soul


Well its been a crazy dark year for me.  At first things got really good.  Then I slowly got away from my business, and things that kept me who I am, and in the process I lost myself, and I mean that literally.  I allowed others to control me, and felt pressured to please them instead of myself and my values.  When I realized I was going to this dark place in September I went to my doctor for help, and was prescribed a medication to help me, but instead it made me worse, and I did the unthinkable.  I made a suicide attempt, and was pretty close to successful.  I was on life support for 3 days.  While on life support I was essentially dead, and I visited the other side.  Now I have a theory about this whole thing.  I think in some cases of suicide you get kind of stuck on a loop, earth bound, or some other negative consequence for leaving before your time, but I think in cases where its beyond the persons control such as a severe mental illness, or a medication causing it, or something of that nature that isnt the case, because I went to an amazing place.  I felt such love, forgiveness and peace.  It was indescribable LOVE.  In fact I didnt even know I was ever anywhere else, but that place. Then all of a sudden I heard the voice of my late ex husband telling me to look, and all of a sudden I see myself lying in a hospital bed, and my husband telling me to fight it, and that if anyone can survive this it was me.  There was more said, but its too personal to reveal here.  Let me tell you there is no Hell that could torture you as bad as seeing the pain that suicide puts on your loved ones faces.  I asked my ex husband why he was saying these things.  I said, “Hes talking to me like I am dying, am I dead?”, He shook his head yes, and I thought the dumbest thing at that moment.  I thought “Oh crap if I dead I better ask for forgiveness for killing myself”.  That was the last thing I remember before waking up a day later in the hospital no knowing how I got there.  The look of joy and pain on my husband, and my childrens faces haunted me every time I closed my eyes after I woke up, and still does to a degree.  I have since went through a battle with getting my life back in order.  Things got a lot worse before they got better thats for sure.  For some reason though even though it was hard, and there has been many days I wish I hadnt woke up, I still found the strength to fight every day to just breathe, and exist. I am so glad I did though.  I am finally seeing things in a more positive light, and I not only see the light at the end of the tunnel I can feel the warmth of it on my skin filling me with joy and positive energy, and the more I fight the stronger that light at the end of tunnel gets and the more I can see it.  You know people tell you that when you are in that dark place that its gonna get better, and you want to smack them because you see no possible way that it could, and though my fight is no where near over, I can promise you that no matter how it seems…it does get better just fight.  Since getting better I have begun dedicating part of my life to raising awareness for suicide and mental health awareness.  I am supporting Always Keep Fighting started by Jared Padalecki, To Write Love on Her Arms, and SAVE.  A portion of all sales will go to these foundations, and if anyone out there is going through this I hope this blog helps.  If you need help please contact me and I will find the number for the suicide hotline nearest you, and try to help you find the help you need from a professional near you.

We dont know everything!

I wish we did.  A lot of people assume that since we are psychics, that we should know everything.  Especially in our own families.  Ha!  I wish.  It seems God likes to only give us information he wants us to have, and leaves other things as life lessons to us or others.  If we knew everything we would be lying on a beach, pina coladas in hand, living off our lottery winnings. The closer we are to a situation emotionally the harder it is for us to “see” it until it smacks us dead in the face.  Sure we get feelings, and sense something is amiss, but the human in us takes over, makes excuses, dismisses it, or whatever, then life happens as it inevitably will.  As a parent you never want to believe that you wouldnt notice if your kid was having problems, or at the very least if they were you want to believe you can help them through it.  I knew my daughter was suffering from the loss of her father, but what I didnt know was to what extent, and what I also didnt realize is that I cant always be the one to fix her pain, and kiss her boo-boos away.  I had to realize that sometimes I have to depend on help from outside to get her through this, but at least I realize she is getting the help she needs.  Even us psychics have family issues that are beyond their control or “sight”.

6 Weeks Post Op Hysterectomy

So its been just over 6 weeks since I had my hysterectomy done.  I feel amazing!  In fact I feel better than I have in years.  I always thought (ridiculously so) that if I got a hysterectomy that it would make me feel older, and make me even look older.  Well I have news for you, I have more energy than I have ever had.  My mood swings are lowered immensely, and my acne is going away.  I really think that perhaps me and estrogen had a love hate relationship, and I finally got a divorce from its abuse.  I feel like I have a new lease on life.  I am seeing things from a whole new perspective.  I no longer see things that most people would consider negative, in a negative light.  You wouldnt think all of this would come from just a hysterectomy, but with the decrease in hormones that were making me irritable, and being stuck in bed for 3 weeks, gave me the chance to think much more clearly.  I am now in love with life, and wanting to help more people.