My, my job is to somehow make them curious enough or persuade them by hookah crew to get

more aware of themselves and where they came from and what they are into and what is already there

is just to bring it out. This is what compels me to compel them and I will do it by whatever means

to do. Welcome to the Black Girl's Hill podcast where we talk about healing or intimacy disorders

and resolve trauma and building a healthy relationship with first ourselves and then others.

Every episode we will talk about advice you can apply today to break unhealthy patterns and grow

in your software. I'm Shrinella Shea, love addition coach and trauma specialist. Let's begin.

Hello, hello and welcome to the latest episode of Black Girl's Hill. I hope that this

finds you well and thriving and that you're having a wonderful day, evening, afternoon, wherever

you are and that you're treating yourself with love and with kindness and with self respect

and with forgiveness for all the times that those things are hard for you. It's totally okay to take

your time to feel like you make a little mistake here and there, even a big mistake here and

there. You are still deserving of love and all the things that you that you have your heart desire

set on. So today's episode is talking about three things that I learned from this past weekend's

healed and loved women retreat. So for those of you who do not know, we had been planning

to have a retreat, a conference for almost two years now and then sister COVID came in and just

caused a whole lot of requests to where we weren't able to have it until finally this past weekend

and we went through all kinds of ups and downs from losing hotel rooms, to transportation issues,

to vendors falling out, to people not responding, a lot of things that people didn't see behind the scenes

and just candidly even leading up to it and I never really believed in the whole mercury

retrograde stuff but when I tell you the last two, three weeks have been insane. I

I'll tell you this. There was one point that things were just so frazzled that I was pumping gas

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