I'm a Mother Fucking Manifestor

Like everyone else who walks this earth, I have a unique story to tell. Parts of it might be relatable to you, parts of it might offend you. There may be times when you feel inspired by my strength and resilience, and other moments where you'll think, "Oh my god, what the fuck was her problem?!?" The thing is, as crazy as some of these chapters are, there is nothing new in the universe. My story may be unique to me, full of just the right moments in time pulled together by my specific cast of characters, but in the end, it's all about balance and equilibrium. The further down we let ourselves be pulled, the more the universe pulls back to get us where we need to be. That voice you hear in your lowest moments that tells you everything is wrong? It's not beating you up and saying you're wrong—there are no mistakes in the universe!—it's just trying to wake you the fuck up so you can start that messy process of rising through the ashes and restoring balance. This book is to help guide you towards finding your balance and your full potential for happiness. But first, I want to tell you about my own journey. It hasn't been a pleasant one, and honestly, it's still hard for me to think about certain parts of it. But I want you to know that whatever shit has been thrown at you, and whatever graves you have dug for yourself, you can rise to the surface. More than that, you have the power to manifest a whole new type of life for yourself and regain control from the chaos. My chaos started way before I was born, in a small town in the Carolinas. At least, that's as far back as I've heard about it. It seems to me that bad tempers and toxic relationships have a way of trickling down through the generations if no one makes a concerted effort to put an end to those behaviors. My grandparents' story is a shining example of the type of discord that became "normal" in our family over time.