THE HONED CRONE
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Sacred survivor, mythic storyteller, and prophet of the risen feminine. I turn grief, rage, and trauma into art, ritual, and words that ignite courage, truth, and divine power in others.
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Self-Accountability – or the Result of Narcissistic Abuse?
I recently came across an old letter I wrote to my now ex-husband, just three months into our relationship. At the time, I believed I was taking mature accountability for my emotional reactions. What I now see, with painful clarity, is the dynamic of trauma bonding and self-blame common in survivors of narcissistic abuse.
By THE HONED CRONE3 months ago in Journal
If Your Reaction to a Woman’s Boundaries Is Anger, You Are the Problem
To whom it may concern, If your woman is upset, quiet, asks you to stop doing something, asks you a question, has her own opinion, doesn’t agree with you, says no to you, doesn’t want to do something you want her to, takes space or privacy, stands up for herself, has struggles or insecurities, needs emotional support…
By THE HONED CRONE3 months ago in Journal
“I Wish I Was More of a Bitch”
I wish I was more of a bitch all my life. I wish I didn’t care what anyone thought of me—good or bad, holy or heretic, saint or sinner. I wish I could have walked through every room like thunder, unapologetic for existing, unafraid of the stares that tried to shrink me.
By THE HONED CRONE3 months ago in Journal
Journal Entry. Content Warning.
Well, I guess I just have to start somewhere. So I’ll start from here. Where else is there. I’m full of sacred rage. Or maybe it’s just blasphemous, unhinged, homicidal rage. No—it’s Sacred. Nothing can break me or turn me from God. Nothing can separate me from the Source that breathed me into being. Not the lies, not the violence, not the endless corruption of men who pretend to be holy while worshiping their own egos.
By THE HONED CRONE3 months ago in Journal
⚡️Before You Enter: A Warning, A Wound, A War Cry⚡️
This is your only warning. The work you are about to read is not soft. It will not cradle you. It will not stroke your hair and tell you everything is going to be fine. It was not written to please algorithms or soothe fragile egos. It was written from the raw marrow of truth. It was born from blood and smoke and the howl that lives beneath language.
By THE HONED CRONE3 months ago in Journal
Here I Am
Here I am at 42. Here I am in my dream home. Here I am 19 years sober from Alcoholism. (I willingly and gratefully entered residential treatment when I was 24 years old, on the verge of death by slow suicide). Here I am recovered from self harm and anorexia. Here I am doing what I love for work. Here I am making it after all these years. Here I am approaching my third wedding anniversary. Here I am at the prime of my life.
By THE HONED CRONEabout a year ago in Humans
