Stevie Selevens
Omnist, Rejector Of Labels

This is my Story. I am a creator of many things. Once I learned that everything is happening FOR me and not TO me, I no longer felt like a victim. Instead, I felt empowered to create a life I love to live, by taking baby steps in whatever direction feels most healing. I overcome my shame by sharing my stories, because for some reason sharing takes away the shame for me. I have found the more I’m vulnerable with others, the more they open up to me and we realize we’re not alone. There’s magic in those connections. I call those connections glimmers. (I borrowed the idea of glimmers from a book called Becoming Genevieve and I love it). Glimmers are when the Universe “winks” at you. Synchornicities, divine interventions, deja vu…just that sense that yes! I am on the right path.

Anyway, these are my creations. I share to encourage others to create their own creations…because creativity heals. Ask any child how they feel after making their latest masterpiece. There’s a reason children are so joyful, and it’s my goal in life to become more joyful, more like a child.

What is my purpose? My purpose is to heal and be healed. To help and be hleped. I’ve been a Registered Nurse for the last 14 years, in ERs, in priosons/jails, and in long term care. I’ve been a psychiatric patient, committed involuntarily. Several times. I wrote down my experiences in my journals since I was 7. Now that sweet little voice is telling me it’s time to sing, and for once, I’m no longer going to care if I”m off key or too pitchy. I’m going to sing like my life depends on it, because life is too beautiful to let it be choked away by fears.

I’m writing letters to my younger self, my older self. Leaving phootos and clues as anchor points, because once you see how the past, present and future criss cross applesauce, the syncrhonicities are blinding and so much fun.

I’m sharing to encourage others who feel wilted, the walking wounded trudging through yet another day. Not really wanting to die but not really living either. That’s depression, and it’s one of my biggest foes. Yet depression is also a gift, if I look at it from the right angle. I’m getting off track now, which I do a lot.

I’m so thankful you’re still reading this, and I’m thankful for you, sweet reader. I’m thankful to myself, for making it throuigh the last 5 years with nothing but pure grit. My 40th birthday is in July and I’m already making plans to burn my nursing bras. My next 40 years are going to be epic. :)

Join me, here at Chiron’s Lantern. You are Safe here. Brew some coffee, tea, whatever, and just…Breathe. It’s going to be okay. Even better than okay…