5 Easy Ways to Fall in Love with Your Life

by Haven Strange Wouldn’t it be nice if you could immerse yourself into living the life of your dreams? There was no one to judge you, no competition....

How To Help Someone With PTSD

How to help someone with PTSD - By Haven Strange Post Traumatic Stress can affect your mind and body for years after an event. It is not limited...

The Relationship Recipe

Like most of you, I have spent many years looking for the absolute best recipe for Relationships.  After many failed attempts in the kitchen, I have refined...

“I Am Being Abused By My Own Son”

My name is Haven. I help trauma survivors heal through writing. One of the women I’ve been coaching felt inspired to write a public “open letter,” and...

3 Tips for Personal Sharing Online

Facebook and forums are great places to share your experiences and get perspectives on relationship, family and personal issues.  Sometimes you get advice, which can be good...
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Talk Dirty to Me

What does a porn film director do? He ensures the actors are strategically placed for the pleasure of the viewers. When it comes to communicating your sexual wants, take...
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Open Letter to the Addict I Fell in Love With

"You apologized a lot, for all kinds of silly little things, but never about anything real. Never for hurting me." by Haven Strange It’s been too long since I’ve...
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