Tulip's Tantrums

 The flash pic as well as the finished project. It's got the second skin on it, so you can't see it as well, but amazing job!! The detail is exquisite. Emily at Refine Artistry @refineartistry (IG) is a very talented fine line artist. Her hand is very light and there was a minute amount of discomfort - it felt like a paper clip scraping my skin. Unlike any other tattoo I've got. Be sure to check her out on fb and IG. She would love to capture your ideas and make them a reality. Thank you Emily. I'll be back!

 So sad that Sinead O'Connor died due to mental health issues. Some will call it 'committing' suicide, that she completed a selfish act, and who knows what else. Sinead died by suicide, her last moment in a tragic life filled with trauma, pain, devastation, grief, and instability. Let us not focus on her means of death, rather the mental health demons that ate away at her and caused her demise. Many of us deal with the same issues she did, and many are a tiny step away from her death. Listen when someone says they're not feeling right, give a call or text when a friend has been off the radar for a while. We can all help people who are suffering. Any words or actions you choose can help someone get past that moment of just not wanting to be here. Be patient, compassionate and caring. Be kind. ❤

 For all the mommies who have lost their babies at any stage of life. I am so sorry for your losses. Things are not supposed to go this way - babies are supposed to grieve their parents, not the other way around. I don't think there's anything to take away your pain - not time or words - nothing. It is something you will carry with you the rest of your lives. I know there are many more of my friends who have experienced this injustice; I didn't forget you - I just didn't know. My heart aches for you all. I send love and healing thoughts with the hope that it may ease even one second or your grieving. ❤  BEING A MOTHER WHO HAS LOST A CHILD There’s an order that life is supposed to follow. An order of breaths we are supposed to take, as if we are passing a torch from one generation to the next. And our torch is supposed to go out before our child’s flame is extinguished. We are supposed to watch them take their first breath. But not their last. We are supposed to hear the