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I'm Still Here!

You perspective is all the difference in YOUR story!

Here’s to wishing if you find this helpful, and if so, share the ❤️ power up with others.

Seven months.

Roughly, 210 days.

5,040 hours.

302,400 minutes.

What if someone told you that was all you had left?

It was exactly seven months ago that someone told me this. So what did I do? I felt numb, confused, conflicted, angry, alone, and sad. Oh man, I felt sad! And for the first time that I can remember, I felt smothered by anxiety. Thank God for Becky! She is the bravest person I’ve ever met. She’d never admit or accept that label, but trust me, she’s a badass!

Seven months ago was the worst experience I’ve ever had in my life. It was the worst experience I’ve had with another human. When I was looking for empathy, it wasn’t there. It wasn't present when I was looking for grace. When I was looking for hope, it was gone. This day made me feel like I was alone in a tunnel, being chased, and this tunnel didn’t have a light at the end. And oddly, I’m grateful for all of it.

Trust me, I know that sounds bonkers. It also took lots of time to find something to be grateful for. This journey has taken me to depths of myself that I didn’t know existed. It made me ask questions I didn’t want to answer. It made me face the one thing I avoided for so long: me.

Do you know there are 86,400 seconds in a day? Or put another way, there are 86,400 opportunities in a day. ❤️ powerup!

You know you have a choice, right? The “experts” are just forming opinions. Yes, they may be “educated” but they’re educated on stats. They aren’t experts on YOU. That’s your job.

Here are a few highlights of what I learned over seven months:

I love myself. And you can love yourself too. You aren’t all those degrading things you say to yourself when you are alone in your thoughts.

We all are going to die. No one is going to win this game. You better get busy living because you’re already busy dying.

I am not going anywhere soon. So buckle up for some more bad grammar stories!

Love is far more powerful than fear could ever be. It’s always present, persistent, and waiting for you to see it. In your darkest days it’s there, you aren’t alone.

I don’t resonate with the “fight cancer” decrees. I spent my life fighting myself and I’m done with that.

Instead, I’m choosing to live.

So, what would you do?

Live More. Love More. Wonder More.

Thank you for the continued good vibes! ❤️🙏❤️

Much love.


You know you have a choice, right? The “experts” are just forming opinions. Yes, they may be “educated” but they’re educated on stats. They aren’t experts on YOU. That’s your job. ❤️ Live More. Love More. Wonder More!





Hi, thanks for stopping by!

Welcome to Brainspirations! In July 2021, I was diagnosed with a brain tumor, and that was the birth of Brainspirations. My mission is simple: using the characters Corky and JayJay I hope to wake you up to your life. I share my revelations during my own awakening in hopes they provide you with the power-ups needed to live, love, and wonder more! If you find them beneficial, please share with others!


Hey, grammar police! I have lots of books out, but I also have editors. Grammar has been a struggle for me as long as I can remember. In fact, it stopped me from writing for a long time. Even though I’m working on it, grammar is still a huge struggle. I guess what I’m saying is—if you see mistakes, please look past my mistakes and see the good.I’m trying to do the same, and I appreciate your help!

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