The first step to recovery is admitting you have a problem…..

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Hi, my name is Amber Bryce, and I’m a recovering self-help addict.

Today, I boxed up all of my self-help books. There were l-o-a-d-s.Thoughts of how much money this might equate to ran through my head. Stomach sickened, head dizzy. The topics ranged from promises of finding enlightenment in 20 minutes a day, to recovering my soul (as if it was lost??), to weight loss (for the spiritually impaired, of coarse). As I’m piling book after book into a big ass box, I feel a sudden and deep panic tug at my heart.

How can I possibly get rid of all of these?! The magic bullet HAS to be here in one of these books!!!

…..now ask me how many of these I’ve read cover to cover. Yep. THEN ask me how many of these get-fixed-quick-plans I’ve actually followed through with. You got it. Not a damn one. Zero.

All of these books were just sitting in my house, crowding my space, being almost literally shoved down my throat on a daily basis. Except of coarse the ones I kept hidden because it was too hurtful and embarrassing to think about the shame I would feel if anyone saw these books (all having to do with weight loss; overeating; emotional eating; you name it, I had it). But they still lurked, in the depths of my being, because I knew they were there.

These books energy was keeping me trapped in the same old stories…

And man, am I tired of my same old fucking stories. We tell them as a way out; to relate; to bring lightness to the dark scary parts; to not be ALONE. But something happened. Instead of speaking my stories, and moving on, I got stuck in the land of self-help and it didn’t help anything, it actually hurt. It diminished my spark. Dulled my intuition. And took away any chance of me letting myself move through the things I needed to naturally and with the guidance of myself. Overloading on self-help shit in truth keeps you stuck and small and feeling broken. And that is just not true my loves.

 

So, today, I declare this loud and clear:

I AM NOT BROKEN. I DO NOT NEED FIXED. I DO NOT NEED ANOTHER BOOK OR PROGRAM TO TELL ME WHAT TO DO, HOW TO FEEL, WHATS BEST FOR ME.

I have the answers. Always have, always will.

I am FREE from my stories, simply because I fucking say so. And so it is.

I have faith that I will successfully navigate the twists and turns on my path and that it’s all part of my journey. To explore it to it’s fullest is how it’s meant to be.

 

For you:

You are NOT broken.

You DON’T need fixed.

You have the answers.

YOU are the KEY.

You are BRAVE.

You are beautiful.

You are fucking stardust, baby.

The light in young woman hands. Sharing, giving, protection

So my message is this. Explore your path with eyes wide open, and faith in your innate wisdom pulsating through your human body. Get lost. Multiple times. Be brave. Dare. Do what feels good and right without judgement. Just be sure you FEEL. And say no to most self-help bullshit, because my love, YOU ARE your self-help.

 

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This is where I will blog.

However, I don’t like the word blog. Because it sounds and feels like something else I HAVE to do to market myself. And, if you know anything about me, you know that I don’t like “musts” & “have-to’s,” especially when it comes to marketing. So, this space is dedicated to my Musings. Yes, I will write. Sometimes in great depth, with deep emotion. Other times it may be short and sweet with a sprinkle of snarky sass. You’ll also find photos, quotes, and anything that sparks my creativity and lights me up. I’ll share my journey with you, and hope that in return, you share pieces of yours. Because at the core of it all, that is why we are all here my friend. Connection & Love.

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