Once I get a taste of the freedom that living authentically brings, I crave with a deep passion all things aligned and well with my soul. It’s as if once I experience what it means to show up real and vulnerable, it physically pains me to live in any way that isn’t truthful to my

In all honesty, I applied to move to Thailand almost as an act of rebellion at first. I had two years of high school stolen from me by my abusive boyfriend. My teenage fun – all that stuff that happens in the movies – wasn’t a reality or even a possible reality for me. My

Dear Whytli from Rapture & Co on Vimeo. Dear Whytli, This is a letter to the you that feels all the joys and sorrows of life with intensity. The you that feels as if you’re drowning in struggle with your lungs filled with pain. The you that feels passion that ignites your soul on fire.

Leaving the comfort, safety, and stability of my home, my circle of support, and my routined lifestyle brings all sorts of mixed feelings. The unknown and uncertainty of traveling outside that comfort zone is terrifying yet simultaneously exhilarating. Leading up to this day, I’ve felt heartache soaking up last moments with my family and friends

I had the opportunity to attend @honeyorg survivors dinner where victims, survivors, and allies of sexual assault gathered and it was everything I didn’t even know I needed and more. Living as a victim of sexual and emotional abuse often times feels lonely, humiliating, vulnerable, unsafe, and terrifying. In a world where, more often than not, abusers

I’ve been thinking a lot about what it means to be truly seen by another being.Not in the sense of merely seeing my new haircut or fresh outfit.I mean truly seeing my soul, my being, my essence, my pain, my insecurity, my depth.Seeing the passion that lights up my eyes or the sparking of belly