Kat Bartschi
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Traveling 6.5 yrs, I've danced with danger & marveled at miracles. Founder of a women's empowerment org, life coach & avid storyteller. Lived frugally & seen the unimaginable. Chronicler of strength, survival & serendipity. Join my journey!
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2024—The Year My Memoir Will Be Born . Content Warning.
“It’s time!”, I resolved to myself out loud. “2024 is the year for my medical memoir! I AM going to do it.” “But there are sooooo many stories”, the Doubter in my head bellowed to distract me. How are you going to even get started?”
By Kat Bartschi2 years ago in Journal
Exposed.
The most exposed I’ve ever truly felt has been when something I’ve written has been published. There’s something so tormenting about knowing that the creative baby from your mind’s womb has been birthed publicly for all to judge. Even being fully nude on a beach hasn’t evoked so many complicated emotions in me, and trust me, that wasn’t something you’d have wanted to witness. Yet, here I am doing it once again and, additionally, committing myself to this masochistic torture which seems to derive its power from my public humiliation. Well, YOLO and c’est la vie because when in Rome, whatever doesn’t kill you makes you stronger. I’m pretty sure that was the “quote of the year” for 2023, so there’s no where to go but up from here.
By Kat Bartschi2 years ago in Confessions
M-Identity
I'm a mess by all accounts. In fact, many may consider my decision to give up an apartment, comfort and security in San Francisco to being a mid-life crisis. Am I mid-life? I absolutely don't deny that my life is and has been all over the place…and may continue to be that way forever. I’m the first one to admit to the chaos of my mind and emotions and the effects of them on my life. I’ve spent years trying to FIX the mess through every possible avenue, modality and mechanism: physically, nutritionally, spiritually, psychologically, energetically…and any area in between.
By Kat Bartschi2 years ago in Wander
Velvet Embrace:
Raindrops pelted the window, their rhythm a haunting echo to the thud of my heart. It was my third week alone in a new city. As night fell, the vast expanse of buildings around me, towering and impersonal, felt more like prison walls than a new beginning. Three weeks, yet it felt like an eternity since I’d left my hometown – the place of Sunday family dinners, weekend picnics, and laughter echoing across the streets of my small town neighborhood.
By Kat Bartschi2 years ago in Feast
Choosing to be Homeless in San Francisco
How it started... Growing up surrounded by people can make one feel as if the concept of “alone” is more than foreign, possibly even unrealistic in actuality. Is it possible to feel alone if you’re never able to experience the reality of being left to one’s self? And yet, loneliness is a notion I understand quite intimately. In fact, I can claim that I have spent the greatest majority of my life operating from this particular viewpoint, regardless of the fact that I have resided and traveled within some of the biggest and busiest cities in the world. I, in no way, consider this to be an accomplishment, but again, wish to convey the idea that being lonely is possible for anyone regardless of outward appearances and situation.
By Kat Bartschi2 years ago in Chapters
