मया is my name, written in Sanskrit characters. Maya (my name) is Sanskrit in origin, it means “illusion,” or “magic,” and it denotes power, and wisdom. I share all of this because I believe that I was born (or reborn, as I believe) for a divine purpose, to inspire, teach, and help others to heal, by healing from my karma, and by sharing my story. Continue reading मया
When you are so depressed you can’t even lift your head off of the pillow, you will do just about anything to make the hell and the darkness go away. Although I have been trying to “embrace the discomfort,” as my therapist says, (as a motivating factor for positive change) things have just gotten way out of hand with the depression, and I finally admitted that I needed help beyond what I was already getting. My old coping strategies just weren’t cutting it anymore. Time for some chemical assistance! Continue reading Club Celexa and the Prozac Family
The house lights clicked on, at their usual time of 6pm sharp, just as twilight started seeping in through the windows, which were always securely fastened shut, just in case of any attempts at escape. The scientists wheeled me in … Continue reading TV Mania Fan Fiction Part III: a Dictator in the Home
That shadowy eye on the right-hand side of the screen peers through me, burning through my clothing like a laser, right down to my skin, milky white from years of voluntary incarceration. I stopped the heat lamps and tanning beds … Continue reading PART 1: Shadowy Eye: based on the TV Mania Project
Just to be clear, I have been undergoing a process of spiritual awakening for several years now. My spiritual practice is a daily one. I believe in lots of things I never used to before, or maybe had some passing … Continue reading My Truth
Nothing less than the future of our civil, medical, reproductive and economic rights are at stake, being threatened to be taken away by the very people we have employed to act in our shared best interests- our government. Continue reading Legislated Injustice
Hey, I’m back! It took me a year to find the strength, courage and inspiration to finally put pen to paper, and talk about the impact that David Bowie’s life has had on me, a Wild-eyed Girl from Freecloud (or … Continue reading What have I learned from David Bowie? One year on.