Glass Butterfly

5:56 minutes

Electric Love

Candy, she’s sweet like candy in my veins
Baby, I’m dying for another taste

And every night my mind is running around her
Thunder’s getting louder and louder

Baby, you’re like lightning in a bottle
I can’t let you go now that I got it
And all I need is to be struck
By your electric love (Ohh)
Baby, your electric love (Ahh)
Electric love

Drown me (Drown me), you make my heart beat like the rain
Surround me, hold me deep beneath your waves
(Oh)

And every night my mind is running around her
Thunder’s getting louder and louder and louder

Baby, you’re like lightning in a bottle
I can’t let you go now that I got it
And all I need is to be struck
By your electric love (Ohh)
Baby, your electric love (Ahh)
Electric love

(Ohh)
Rushing through me
Feel your energy rushing through me
Feel your energy rushing through me

Baby, you’re like lightning in a bottle
I can’t let you go now that I got it
And all I need is to be struck by your electric love (Ohh)
Baby, your electric love (Ahh)
Baby, you’re electric

Trauma Reading

Childhood trauma alters your life and soul forever.

Did you suffer loss, abuse, or neglect early-on in life?

It changes who you are.

You’ll suffer serious emotional disorders for decades to come.

It destroys your ability to foster caring and nurturing relationships.

Childhood trauma bricks up our potential in unimaginable ways.

Damaged tender hearts make it easy to put up walls.

Then it’s harder to find healing.

Healing childhood harms is difficult to repair.

But so necessary to create the life we want.

To get over the past, we start by facing it.

With bravery.

One step at a time.

Childhood trauma generates momentous emotions.

Learning to process these emotions stops repetitive damaging patterns.

They no longer keep us stuck and hurting.

Facing childhood trauma stops internal festering.

Our body then flushes the unconscious negative energy.

That poison wrecks everything — from our employment prospects to our romantic relationships.

We can change.

We extract the poison with recognition.

We forgive.

A miracle.

Empowered, drowned Ophelia rises from the suffocating waters of a lost childhood.

Astride her solid black horse, she races to freedom. Aware – and alive.

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