Category: Flava is A Taste, A Style, A Feeling…What’s Your Flava
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Life| Anxiety and Depression in Young People
🌻 Anxiety and Depression in Young People: Why It Feels So Different Now Over the years, I’ve noticed something that’s both heartbreaking and eye-opening — more young people are quietly battling anxiety and depression. You can see it in their eyes, their body language, and sometimes in the way they retreat when life feels too heavy.…
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Life|🌙 Evening Reflection | Still Moments at the Window
🌙 Evening Reflection | Still Moments at the Window Tonight, as I settled in, I caught Musty and Ghini sitting quietly side by side — gazing out at the fading light. No words, no rush, just presence. There’s something healing about watching them together like that. They remind me that peace isn’t about fixing or figuring…
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Life | Coming Home to My Peace
Coming Home to My Peace After a day of ringing phones, problem-solving, and pouring out care, I cross my threshold and exhale. My home is where the noise softens and my spirit remembers itself. Musty posts up at the window like a tiny security guard. Ghini shuffles close, offering that warm, wordless comfort only cats…
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Life|🌻 Finding My Balance: Introvert, Extrovert, or Ambivert?
🌻 Finding My Balance: Introvert, Extrovert, or Ambivert? After a full day of patient calls, voices, and movement, there’s nothing I love more than coming home to the quiet of my own space. Some people might think that means I’m an introvert — but the truth is, I’ve learned that I live somewhere in between. Introverts…
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H&W|Eight Chairs, One Moment of Calm
Eight Chairs, One Moment of Calm By Lady Flava | Simply Flava Reflections Today, I finally joined the CV Crew for chair yoga — eight of us moving, stretching, and breathing together. 🧘♀️ Nurse Kirstin started this shortly after I began working here, but I’m usually upstairs when they do it. Today, though, was my…
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Life|65|Reflections on Healing & Remembrance
🌻 The Warmth They Leave Behind Simply Flava | Reflections on Healing & Remembrance Sometimes love doesn’t disappear; it just changes shape. It becomes a blanket folded in a drawer, a photo glowing beneath a lamp, a tumbler on a shelf that still feels like a friend’s steady hand. When I pulled out Sheryl’s Seahawks blanket…
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