Category: Advocate For Self Care
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A Taste of Flava|Me and My Peace
Sometimes healing looks like physical therapy, warm Seattle sunshine, a Ross bag full of little treasures, and spending the day with someone who feels like peace to your soul. 🌻❣️ Tomorrow’s A Taste of Flava is about love that stands the test of time, rebuilding strength, aging with grace, and the comfort of being truly…
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A Taste of Flava| Truth & Transparency
There is a reason truth and transparency matter so much to me. Life taught me that honesty may hurt sometimes… but confusion, silence, hidden truths, and pretending everything is okay can hurt even more. I have always been someone who will respectfully speak up, especially when it comes to people I love, fairness, patient care,…
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H&W|Navigating The Speciality Health Care System
Have you ever found yourself frustrated trying to get through to a doctor’s office or specialty clinic? As someone who works in healthcare here in Seattle and is also a patient myself, I see both sides of the experience every single day. Pain. Fear. Long waits. Phone calls. Referrals. Insurance. Confusion. And people simply trying…
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ATasteOfFlava|Vegas back Home to Seattle The Different Climates
Seattle rain and Vegas desert heat taught me something important… My body responds differently depending on the environment I’m in. Lately, I’ve been paying attention to warmth, stiffness, fatigue, movement, and the little things that seem to help my body soften instead of brace against pain. This morning, sitting in my tower with my small…
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H&W | My Hips Are Talking
Some conversations with yourself hit differently. This week, after starting a new approach to physical therapy, I found myself processing more than just pain. I started thinking deeply about mobility, quality of life, possible hip replacement surgery, recovery, and what it means to intentionally support my body instead of simply surviving in it. As someone…
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H&W|Movement
I didn’t realize how important movement was… until I stopped. Pain slowed me down. Winter made it worse. And before I knew it, I was doing less and less—just trying to manage. But what I learned the hard way is this: not moving can make things harder, not easier. Now I’m rebuilding—one intentional step at…

