I (Kinda) Killed The Men Who Raped Me, And It Made My Bleed Suck Less

Be you. Delight in your originality. Take the time to get to know who you are. When it comes to your health, take proven medical findings into consideration while also understanding that there are many factors to consider overall.

For example, I explored and exhausted damn near every medical option available to find relief from the debilitating and, at times, life threatening bleeds I was having every month, up to and including surgery. Full abdominal myomectomy.

According to my doctor, that was supposed to fix it. That was supposed to fix it, because the pain was coming from the bleeding, and the bleeding was coming from my body repeatedly trying to expel chunks of tissue that were too big to just come out on their own, so I was basically just spasming all the fucking time.

Anyway, it didn’t work. It did stop me from gushing so much blood that I lost consciousness as I was descending the stairs at my house (that only happened once, but once was enough), but the PAINNNNNN. Oh, babe. The pain was five hundred million times worse.

That’s when I knew the issue was spiritual, not physical. Remember what I said up top? Many factors. Ok, so I’m an energy worker, right? If you don’t know what that means, look it up and ask me questions after if you got ‘em, because that’s not what this blog is about, but it’s important that you know what I do so that you can know just how fucking good I am at it.

Go to my Threads and scroll through some of my other content. Look at what members of my community say. Other healers who have worked with me, or want to. Do your homework.

Anyway, the point is—I’m the shit. The bee’s mf knees. I do shit that sounds like it should be fake until you actually get to be on the receiving end of it, and then you’re like 😦 So imagine my frustration when I find that, despite the actual fucking ✨MIRACLES✨ that I’ve helped so many people to experience, I CAN’T DO SHIT FOR ME!!

This is what I do!! I have quite literally had women report back to me that their fibroids got smaller after sessions with me. JUST ONE SESH!! Ovarian cysts. Polyps. Lightened flows. No more PMDD. Little to no cramping. Like, I’m giving so many (not all, some need more than just one sesh) women dream bleeds, and when I try and do the same for me, all of a sudden my abilities go from waterfalls to water droplets.

I’m getting sidetracked again. I’ll try to stay focused this time.

You see all this period advice that says shit like, “Keep your body warm to ease your symptoms! Use heating pads, drink hot teas, eat warming foods.” Well, it might surprise you to know that NONE OF THAT SHIT WORKS FOR ME. I didn’t list all the non-medical/surgical shit I tried because then I’d just need to write a book, but again—I’m an energy worker.

Assume that I tried some variation of all the natural remedies that are usually suggested, as well. Know what did bring some modicum of relief?

The exact mf opposite of the commonly suggested advice. Ice packs instead of heating pads. Keeping cool instead of keeping warm. Drinks that are so cold they’re nearly frozen. Food that’s hot, but *not* warming. I’ve been dealing with these godawful bleeds for nearly half a decade now. Didn’t learn this until a couple months ago.

But you know what I learned a couple *nights* ago that, in an instant, actually dulled the agony almost entirely—the physical pain that made it feel like I was being simultaneously shredded apart with the inbred children of dulled scissors and rusty saws on the outside whilst being pinched, twisted, and pulled at by the gnarled fingers of millions of digit-riddled scorpions on the inside?

Killing the men who raped me. Not in real life, unfortunately, but with as vividly as I saw it in my mind and felt it in my heart, and my spirit, I guess my body had no choice but to follow suit. When I did the big one in, I could feel the wind on my face. I heard the metallic clang of that heavy ass chain bouncing off the asphalt as the big rig danced on down a private road, the sound no longer muffled by the disgusting weight of his vile flesh being turned to demon chow.

So now, rather than two to three more days of misery, I get to start my recovery process early—rehydration, REST, incorporating solids back into my body (because did I mention that I threw up for three days straight and at one point was so dehydrated that I couldn’t see because my head was pounding so hard?).

I don’t know if this was the big fix, if it was what I needed to finally get my fucking life back after all these years, AND OH MY FUCKING GAHHHHHHHHH I really hope it was, but if it wasn’t…damn if I ain’t just found some shit that works infinitely better than any ibuprofen, internet article, OR surgical procedure ever has, in the mean time. 😭😭

So be you. That way, you’ll always feel comfortable doing what’s best for *your* well-being, even if it sounds more Harley Quinn than Dr. Quinn. Love you!! 🔪💋🖤