Introduce yourself and pick one question to answer: What does it mean to you to be loved and love unconditionally? What is one way you give yourself grace when you feel like you fucked up? Tell us about the time when someone being themselves gave you that aha moment, that subconscious permission that, you too, could be free !

I hope you can feel my arms wide open to greet you to our space! Love is the answer and I will die on this hill! For some clarification, this space is going to be the expression “she wears her heart on her sleeve” come to live here on the interwebs. I have felt all my life that I needed to perform as various versions of myself to keep people around me. Never too much of myself all at once, that always ends poorly and people always leave. Always. Here’s the truth though: I was never too much. I was created as this exact vessel because I BELONG. I finally learned that if my “shine”, that’s what I call that “it factor” that makes you YOU, is sacred. All my life I’ve been told I’m too much: too loud, too vulgar, too “friendly”, too gullible, too pushy, annoying, move too fast, speak too freely, share too much. That I’m intimidating and aggressive and some have even told me later in our friendship that I am so intense I seem like I’m going to be a “megabitch” at first impression. Yikes. LOL I have always craved meaningful connection and loved people. I was all too happy to dim myself to better suit and comfort my loved ones. All too happy that all the love I experienced I had to sing and dance for.. and often I’d have things thrown in my face if I didn’t ask “how high?” when someone would say “JUMP!” My husband is the first person to ever love me unconditionally. When I met him it was like he pulled out every thing I shoved down and put a spotlight on them for the world to see. Through his illumination, I fist reflected light and then one day I glowed ok my own again. Brighter than ever. Every one of the traits I thought were too much passed on in some way or another to our beautiful children came and I finally realized that my shine was never, EVER to be dimmed to comfort others. I could finally see the beauty of my shine watching them glow, of course as themselves, but with pieces of me. If I am too bright for someone, they are not ready to leave the darkness yet. I am no longer interested in leading horses to water. When they are thirsty, they will go for a drink. When it’s time for someone to bask in my glow, I will gladly warm them. Love is an infinite and renewable resource. I don’t take it personal anymore when people leave. I am a fucking lot and I’m proud of it. I do everything with my whole chest, or not at fucking all. And you know what?!! The world needs my shiny ass just as it is. It needs your shiny ass too. In my humble opinion, a lot of what’s wrong in the world is due to people dimming and conforming to these ridiculous “ideal” archetypes. FUCK OUTTA HEAAAAAAA

Heyyyoooooo!! I’m Jessy & I can’t wait to meet you all. Welcome home! I’ll leave the light on for you always. First post woaaaaahhh.. imma take a moment to write a simple reminder for myself as much as anyone that will be a part of this community for those moments when we inevitably forget the point of it all. At the threshold of that forgotten truth, as I’m asking questions and grasping at straws, I am ALWAYS reminded that love is the answer to everything. I am not a professional in ANY FIELD OF STUDY, medical or otherwise. HOWEVER, I am an artist so.. same thing and you’re in good hands. Listen. We’re all fucking winging it. Take what works and drop the rest. Today I choose love. It took me a lot of pain and a lot of of honesty and intention and time tobe able to actually figure out the things I need to unlearn in order to hold space for the birthright of joy. Sharing my healing journey on here is both part accountability for myself, but also hope that “leaning into” all those things that make me second guess myself because the “spark” makes me nervous -instead of pulling away in safety- will be a small actionable step I can make second nature to help me along my way. Shame is a dangerous and awful thing. Our lives intertwine with it from very early on. None of us can navigate it well unpracticed& it’s incredible how your body will physically deter you from being able to sit with and process any feelings of shame.. you felt that!?? WILD, right? Yet another reason that having a moderately pleasant (bare minimum) feeling when you think about your life must be non-negotiable. The older I grew I felt more and more lost. I’m figuring out now what makes me feel rooted, centered, grounded. Connecting with people and sharing has always been enjoyable for me but I need to learn how to let people reciprocate in our relationships more. I need to learn that asking for help is necessary often. That when I say “ no one should be doing this life thing alone” or doing everything alone, means ALSO YOU JESSY lol. Silly bitch 🥹🫶🏼🥰