I spent the last while creating this cinematic interpretation of *The House That Built Me*. What struck me wasn't the house. It was the realization that our nervous system stores places the same way it stores people. Sometimes we return to a place and feel grief. Sometimes peace. Sometimes we reconnect with a version of ourselves we thought we'd lost. For me, this became less about nostalgia and more about remembering who I was before life, loss, and survival reshaped me. I'd be curious what comes up in your body as you watch it. Not what you think about it... What you feel. ❤️

I wanted to share a short film I created. This isn’t about explaining healing. It’s about feeling it. As I’ve been learning to notice sensation before the story, I’ve realized that some experiences can’t be taught through words alone. Sometimes they have to be felt. That’s what I hoped to capture here. I’d love to hear what sensations, emotions, or memories came up for you as you watched. ❤️

I created this short film because sometimes we all need a reminder to slow down. To look up. To notice the beauty that’s still here. The trees. The sky. The people we love. The gift of another day. Creating this reminded me that even in the middle of life’s challenges, there is still so much to be grateful for. I hope it leaves you with that same feeling. 🧡

I came across this today and wanted to share it. It’s a beautiful reminder that behind every diagnosis is a person, a family, and a life filled with hope,🤞 courage, 🔥and love.❤️ This one really touched my heart. ❤️ I’d love to hear what it brings up for you.

Henny Walk Medusa Talk I can't believe the Henny got me going this deep when my mind chose to sleep, allowing my body to become weak. The Hennessy fills my throat with a heavy tied, a sudden heat, While I trace the rim of my cup looking for him, where do I begin. Thinking of all the dark things I could do to him, pouring the lust so deep oh! I think I am about to nut up...... I like it sour, I like it sweet, I like deep, and I mean Skin deep. Oh, shit this Henny got me fucked up. Liking lips, Licking titts oh my how divine So, I take another sip. I want the sex that tears the skin, To seek a violent, brief embrace, while the poison settles in. This Henny is talking for me again...... Blur the lines as your fingers touch all the edges of my body while your touch lingers for hours. while the Henny strips away the careful walls of hesitation leaving behind this dizzy sexual demon mind. I look you in your eyes, realizing the vertigo I see is not from the glass. It's terrifying how you completely own me in the dark My hands find your body, not with a gentle touch, but with a desperate grip of drowning; don't forget to grip those hips. Y'all this Henny got me clowning...... Flip me over and tie me up. Wait, is that enough? I want to press my mouth to yours until the bitterness of the Henny melts into something devastatingly sweet, until neither of us can remember where the chemicals end and the blood begins. This Henny allows me to look at this sexual monster of my own devotion and realize I would gladly let it consume me as long as I can breathe the air right out of your lungs. Now give me another sip of that Henny By Delleesa Harris 6/30/26