Danita Morales Ramos

Who or what is on your feed?

A few years ago my feed was filled with corny memes and other mindless crap.

I used FB for entertainment.

It was also my small vision of the world.

It’s where I lied about having the perfect life.

It was a time when I was consumed with being important and being liked.

I actually believed the stories that people posted about themselves.

I took a look at my life and compared it to my social media image.

Fake.

I was a closeted drunk, who was unhappily married, and living a nightmare.

I hadn’t decided what I really wanted in life so I faked what I thought people wanted.

This meant the bar was always changing.

I was neurotic because of it.

I had so much anxiety. What if people found out I was an imposter.

I was the Holy Ghost sanctified Christian on Sunday, a hard working alcoholic Monday through Thursday, and a Hell-yin on Friday and Saturday.

I was careful not to mix them.

I was a mix bag of crazy.

Then something happened.

I hit rock bottom again.

I could leave my house from paralyzing fear.

Six months.

Couldn’t eat.

Couldn’t sleep.

Didn’t work.

I sat an looked at the world through a phone.

I’m thankful to my mother who nurses me back to health with her love and encouragement.

She never judged me.

She cared for me as only a mother can.

2012.

I let of hiding.

I made a decision.

Never to let my mother have to see me that way again.

I was 36.

I decided to be an adult.

I committed to coming out of my freaky little shell and just be me.

I’m like an egg.

I’ve got a ton of hairline fractures, but I’m packed with a protein muscle building punch.

I’m not on social media for you.

I’m here for me.

It’s how I hold me accountable.

I post a s*xy, revealing pic it’s because I’m reminding me how s*xy I am.

You see a picture of my business or bank statement, it’s me remind me of what I’m creating.

This is my time capsule.

I’ll come back when I need to.

You are free to watch, not watch, comment, not comment, I’m still doing and posting me.

And for those of you wondering nothing triggered this post but my desire to keep me in check with me.

Happy Tuesday!
Dr. D

A year ago, I took a screenshot of this excerpt from Pierre-Joseph Proudhon's What Is Property?:

“These, then, are the three fundamental principles of modern society, established one after another by the movements of 1789 and 1830:
I. Sovereignty of the human will; in short, despotism.
II. Inequality of wealth and rank.
III. Property — above JUSTICE, always invoked as the guardian angel of sovereigns, nobles, and proprietors; JUSTICE, the general, primitive, categorical law of all society.”

This passage stuck with me—not as a political critique, but as a meditation on justice.

This isn’t a rant. It’s an invitation.
An exhortation.
A reflection.

We are society.
We are the universe.
We are the multiverse.

What we create in our minds is what we begin to manifest in reality.
Justice doesn’t start in governments or institutions. It begins internally—with the way you treat yourself and the reality you choose to build.

So do yourself justice:
Envision your best quality of life.
Not in reaction to the world, but as a recreation of it—from the inside out.

I often find myself stumbling upon profound insights in sessions with my clients.
Honestly, if I had invested in Post-it notes before they went public, I might not even be on social media or working with clients today. I’d probably be tucked away in a quiet retreat somewhere—where people meditate daily, cook nourishing meals, dance like no one’s watching, and engage with real humans in real time.

But I digress.

Today I found an old Post-it at my desk. It simply read:

“Presence – touch, conversation, Gift
Closeness – intimacy, s*x, community, sharing time and space.”

It brought me back to a session from years ago where I was helping a client understand what it means to show up intentionally in a relationship.

Presence doesn’t mean being online or curated for consumption. It means being known—the real, raw, vulnerable you.

Intimacy isn’t just romantic—it’s the act of interacting and cooperating with other humans, sharing your essence and receiving theirs. It’s the bedrock of that thing we casually call connection—or what I like to think of as magnetic electricity between souls.

Let’s remember: our presence is a gift.
And our closeness? That’s where the magic lives.

If you feel disconnected, send someone a random text (without expectation), only with the intention to touch another in a space way.

Compassion.

If I do it with love,
then your commitment to my passion is irrelevant.

Because it was never about approval.
It was about the act itself—done with intention,
done with care,
done with love.

That’s enough.

ACCEPTANCE

It’s been almost five years since I divorced alcohol.

This 4-year AA coin reminds me of that part of my journey—but I’ve decided not to collect more. Why? Because that version of me… the one who used alcohol to numb, to cope, to disappear… doesn’t live here anymore.

Alcohol belonged to a life I’ve outgrown.

I’m sharing this not for applause but for anyone struggling—with alcohol, addiction, or the quiet weight of “what if I can’t stop.” You can. But first, you have to decide: I’m no longer addicted.

That was my decision. And then came the work:

🌀 90 meetings in 90 days
🌀 Cleared out my fridge and my life
🌀 Walked away from closeted drinkers
🌀 Built friendships with people living clear
🌀 Learned real tools to feel, cope, and grow

If you love someone in addiction:
Their addiction is not yours to carry.
And they? They are not yours to save.

Support doesn’t mean saving. It means boundaries. It means stepping back when needed. It means loving without enabling—until they wake up and remember their own power… and choose to use it.

You can heal. You can rebuild. And you can live free.
I'm living proof. 💛

Celebrating me is self-care.
Not just for milestones, but because I exist, I grow, I show up.
Joy is healing. Celebration is medicine.
I am the reason—and that’s enough.

Peace isn’t found. It’s remembered.
In stillness, I return to myself.
Not fixing. Not chasing. Just being.

❤️

Healing isn’t always pretty—sometimes it feels like falling apart.

Whether you're detoxing your body or working through trauma and limiting beliefs, a healing crisis is real. It’s that moment when symptoms get worse before they get better. Old pain rises. Emotions intensify. Your system is releasing what no longer belongs.

Don’t mistake this discomfort for failure—it’s often a sign that you're finally moving through it.

🌀 Mentally: You may feel overwhelmed, anxious, or even lost.
🌀 Physically: You might experience fatigue, headaches, or changes in digestion.

Breathe through it. Trust the process. Healing happens in layers—and what feels like chaos is often deep repair.

Do the thing that scares you. Then do it in a black jumper with your head held high. 🖤

In this photo, I was deep in learning how to DJ — and had just been asked to coordinate a major event through my event planning business.
Sounds exciting, right?
It was. And it was chaos.

🎧 My DJ laptop refused to work.
🎶 My backup computer didn’t have all my tracks synced.
🔊 The venue’s sound system malfunctioned.

But guess what?
We kept it moving. I was real with the guests, kept the energy high, and made one promise: We’re going to have a good time regardless.

And we did.
The night turned out beautiful.
The feedback? Glowing.
The experience? Unforgettable.
The lesson? Be honest. Stay calm. Adapt. And always show up.

Scary moments come with the territory of growth.
But I don’t back down — I rise.
More expecting the best from me? Good. I’m expecting even more from myself.

❤️ 🎧✨🌸