Chantal Christie Weiss
Bio
I write memoirs, essays, and poetry.
My self-published poetry book: In Search of My Soul. Available via Amazon, along with writing journals.
Tip link: https://www.paypal.me/drweissy
Chantal, Spiritual Badass
England, UK
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I Was Surrounded by Men That Sexually Degraded Women. Content Warning.
There was something about him that gave me the ick. I was standing at his front door asking about the available spare room he had advertised, and even from that initial meeting, I had a strong sense he was imagining what I looked like underneath my clothes.
By Chantal Christie Weiss4 months ago in Psyche
Self-Reflection Is Key to Unlocking Deeper Personal Growth
“When I discover who I am, I’ll be free.” — Ralph Ellison As I pushed open that mystical door to the long and jagged path of transformation, I didn’t have a clue as to what authenticity was; even though back then, at the turn of the 1990s, we were starting to witness the expansion of the self-help and new age movement.
By Chantal Christie Weiss4 months ago in Motivation
Healing the Wounds of Childhood. Top Story - August 2025.
An ache used to whip around my heart when I reflected on my parents. Although there were colourful splashes of happy times, growing up with them formed a foundation within me that emanated sadness.
By Chantal Christie Weiss5 months ago in Psyche
Drugged, Assaulted, and Filmed by My Predator “Friends”. Content Warning.
“You’re not a victim for sharing your story. You are a survivor setting the world on fire with your truth. And you never know who needs your light, your warmth, and raging courage.” — Alex Elle
By Chantal Christie Weiss5 months ago in Confessions
My Father Is Ashamed of Me
I reminisce about the day my father told me he loved me, and I could smell the whiskey on his breath. I was around the age of eight, and he’d just climbed into my bedroom by breaking through the window. Our house was a prefab built just after the Second World War, so it wasn’t that secure and fairly easy for any of us to break into.
By Chantal Christie Weiss5 months ago in Humans
He Loved Porn More Than He Loved Me. Content Warning.
The discovery In the darkness of dawn, groggy, I prized myself up out of my cocoon-shaped duvet. I knew he'd already gotten up as I’d felt his warmth leave my side; he needed to get ready for his early morning shift. Eyes fighting to open, I leaned onto the door frame of the front room, and as my focus adjusted, I saw him kneeling in front of the armchair, slowly pleasuring himself.
By Chantal Christie Weiss5 months ago in Humans
I See Dead People
The memory of my first out-of-body dream is vague, as opposed to the lucidity of the myriad I have encountered since. I was seventeen and had been working twelve-hour night shifts, 7pm to 7am, and in the mornings, when I was finally home, I would collapse into bed and pass out from fatigue.
By Chantal Christie Weiss5 months ago in Psyche
Revisiting The Shame of My Sexual Assault . Content Warning.
I was sixteen when my sister’s boyfriend, fourteen years my senior, pushed me back and had sex with me. My sister, who also became his fiancée around that time, had been staying overnight in the hospital with an ectopic pregnancy. Her first or second, as I recall.
By Chantal Christie Weiss5 months ago in Humans
