01/11/2025
Wednesday’s phoenix rising- True story by Tisha Morrison
Since the end of summer, I’ve been preoccupied with saving my friend Enid from an untimely demise. Tragic, I know. But before I could resurrect her spirit or her will to live, I realized I first had to resuscitate my own. Self-care, as my mother Morticia insists, is not vanity. It’s maintenance. And yes, I’m helping myself. I’m still better than you.
Over the summer, I discovered that I had been draining my psychic abilities to the point of near extinction. Apparently even clairvoyants require rest, who knew? Mother reminded me, in her delightfully macabre way, to anchor myself in the present instead of hovering above it like a bored ghost. So I listened. Begrudgingly.
Last year, I saved Nevermore Academy from a hidden threat that slithered beneath its halls. This year, the battle was internal releasing the need to control, embracing the chaos I usually command. My devotion to saving Enid consumed me, as if guilt were a love language. But in the process, I found my courage in discomfort, my confidence in stillness, and my voice in silence.
Mother’s words(wound), which once felt like poisoned honey, turned out to be soulful medicine. I’m forever grateful for her grim wisdom and for the ancestral grounds she purchased, where I’ve learned to cultivate abundance from darkness. This season taught me the art of honest communication, authenticity without apology, and the delicious relief of ignoring imitators.
My purpose remains unaltered to help others confront their shadows. Whether in graveyards or forests, I’ll always be there, assisting Enid as she ascends into her alpha wolf self. Some call it friendship or mentoring, I call it curiosity satisfied.
Until we meet again, The mind doesn’t heal by avoiding darkness; it evolves by studying its own anatomy. Once you stop fearing your madness, you realize it was never madness at all just unrefined genius demanding discipline. - Tisha Morrison
