Current writing projects, musings, and various tidbits from
Lady Misty Gebhart
Fresh Ink
Nothing Changes Until You Decide It Does
At some point, awareness stops being enough.
You can recognize the voice.
You can understand why it formed.
You can even nod along when someone says, “Be kinder to yourself.”
And still… nothing changes.
Because insight without interruption is just…
The Voice Isn’t Mean. It’s Scared.
Here’s the part most women don’t want to hear:
Your inner critic didn’t show up to ruin you.
It showed up to…
Your Nervous System Is Listening
There is a voice in your head that sounds like you.
You think it’s just a thought.
It’s not.
When you call yourself lazy…
Your body doesn’t shrug.
When you say, “I always screw things up”…
Your nervous system doesn’t roll its eyes.
When you replay that awkward moment from years ago and whispers…
The Voice You Think Is You
There is a voice in your head that sounds like you.
It comments on your body when you pass a mirror.
It critiques your tone after a conversation.
It reminds you of something embarrassing from five years ago while you’re trying to fall asleep.
It doesn’t scream.
It narrates.
And the dangerous part?…
That Pesky Inner Critic
I am working on writing the upcoming content for the March release and I thought I would share the opening of the full-length article.
Please enjoy this excerpt:
When Your Thoughts Turn Against You
Before I ever began this self‑love journey, there was never a moment when I was kind to myself between my ears. Not one….
Boundaries Set and Held
I don’t know about you, but boundaries are tough for me.
Growing up, I learned that being a people pleaser kept me safe. My very early years were formed in a home where physical abuse was the norm. My father pretended he was the bare-knuckle boxer who…
Visibility Mode Activated
Last week, I talked about the rollercoaster ride that my life has been. The low lows. The dizzying heights.
Let me tell you what those lows and heights actually look like in real time…
Last week, I was ready to throw in the towel. Call it quits. Give up and give in on my dream of helping others with Inspired Chapter.
I started panic applying for jobs. Planning out how quickly I could find a way to pay off my loans and just be done with all of it. Fade back into obscurity.
This was a low low.