"My brother used to openly call himself a master manipulator — he was proud of it. And honestly, he did have a lot of people manipulated, including my parents. The painful irony is that when he died at forty from an overdose, my father — the one who had been so controlled by him — was the most devastated. He died six months later. My mother was already gone. And while I can’t prove it, I’ve always believed the stress my brother caused helped take her, too. The point isn’t the tragedy, though....
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"My brother used to openly call himself a master manipulator — he was proud of it. And honestly, he did have a lot of people manipulated, including my parents. The painful irony is that when he died at forty from an overdose, my father — the one who had been so controlled by him — was the most devastated. He died six months later. My mother was already gone. And while I can’t prove it, I’ve always believed the stress my brother caused helped take her, too. The point isn’t the tragedy, though....
Your Traitor Within: April Lynn Kirkwood Drops The Mic
Your Traitor Within
46 minutes
2 months ago
Your Traitor Within: April Lynn Kirkwood Drops The Mic
Jessica sits down with April Kirkwood—licensed holistic therapist, ageless style advocate, and TV favorite from The Golden Bachelor and the latest Bachelor in Paradise—to talk about healing as a lifelong commitment. They unpack triggers (“what in me still needs healing?”), boundaries as self-protection (not punishment), and what it means to live “large” in your own power, not for applause. Big themes: Healing is messy, nonlinear—and not a 10-session fix.Triggers as teachers: notice → name → c...
Your Traitor Within
"My brother used to openly call himself a master manipulator — he was proud of it. And honestly, he did have a lot of people manipulated, including my parents. The painful irony is that when he died at forty from an overdose, my father — the one who had been so controlled by him — was the most devastated. He died six months later. My mother was already gone. And while I can’t prove it, I’ve always believed the stress my brother caused helped take her, too. The point isn’t the tragedy, though....
