My book of poetry, "Stripping- My fight to find Me" is a story of the triumph of the human spirit. It is a story of our deep need for connection and the infinite power of love to heal.

Hello,
It’s Sunita here.

I am a poet, an author, a wife, a mother, a sleep doctor, and a childhood trauma survivor. I healed when I understood that I was broken, not a victim. I learnt that everything I needed was within me. And that my mental health and my inner life was the essence and driving force of my existence.

I now want to challenge and inspire you to move beyond your old stories so you can embrace possibility and fulfill your potential. So, if that is where you are in your life, I invite you to come visit with me when I write. The conversation is honest, the topics are varied, the perspectives are from many angles, but the bottom line is always Self Love Self Care First®.

Where did SLSCF® come from? I realized that I needed to find meaning in my suffering. I kept thinking, “What did I come out of this journey with? How can I convey what I now know other than what is in my poetry? What is the simplest, most fundamental, basic understanding of human nature that I discovered? And that is where Self Love Self Care First® comes from. I discovered that If we do not love ourselves, we do not care for ourselves. The pain of our lives and the messages we receive go deep to cause us at times to not pay attention to ourselves, and at times even hate ourselves. It is a difficult journey. And these feelings and beliefs come from the deepest parts of our unconscious. Self Love Self Care First® is a journey of learning we are all on. This is The Journey. To find compassion for ourselves. To find acceptance for ourselves. To find love for ourselves.

Find your light. Because we are not moving towards any light. There is no light out there. It is inside. We must move inwards- not outward to look for the light. The light is inside you.

And when you find yours, you light up the world!
I hope you will join me in a journey of discovery, wonder, growth, and a celebration of our truth.

And love…

Because what else is there to talk about?

Be well, Do well, Live well,
Warmly,
Sunita



Sunday, February 21, 2021


 Hello,

It's Sunita here.

Our ordinariness possesses an extraordinary amount of beauty! Bask in it🌹 

Resist the urge to give into society’s demands, and it’s fascination to award the title ‘beautiful’ to only those that it deems worthy. Those categories are ways to imprison a human being. If you are called beautiful because of your exceptional physical beauty, know that it is temporary, and defined through society’s lens. 

If you are successful, as measured by the templates provided by society, you may also be considered beautiful. 

The idea that we must be on a never ending quest to achieve, acquire, and improve, for purposes of feeling beautiful and accepted is a trap. I am beautiful in my ordinariness! 

I hope you find joy in that beauty as well. 

It is a divine beauty that exists in us all. It does not demand that we be better to feel beautiful. This beauty does not want us to contort ourselves to fit into a space that is not made for us. 

Wishing you an abundance of such beauty,

Love,

Sunita

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Saturday, February 13, 2021

Will you be my Valentine?


Hello,

It's Sunita here.

You are precious to me today. On Valentine's Day. But more importantly, I treasure you every day.

I love you. I adore you. I put you above all others. Most times, I only want to be with you. I can't bear to be away from you.

So, I keep you close to me, even when I am far from you. 

When I don't get enough alone time with you, I get irritable and cranky. I don't think right, and I can't see things clearly.

It has taken a lot of courage to put you first in my life because it's not conventionally considered to be the right thing to do. I wasn't taught to love you. I did not know how to listen to you. I felt so guilty taking care of you because I thought it was my job to take care of others, before I gave you any attention. I was made to feel selfish if I ever spoke out loud about my love for you.

I started to feel depressed because I missed you. When others bad mouthed you, I joined in their critical chorus, because I started to believe the awful things they told me about you. I began to only see your deficiencies and shortcomings. That made me ignore you. Eventually, I hated you. I would find ways to punish you. And I became an expert on sabotaging you if you ever dared to stick up for me.

One day I woke up and realized that I had lost my capacity to love anyone else. 

I resented taking care of others, and started to neglect myself as well. I shut down, and completely stopped listening to you. Anything you said, I ignored. I was miserable, and was making everyone around me pretty unhappy as well. 

I knew deep down that I was wrong to desert you. I felt guilty. I missed you  terribly. So, I started the long and painful journey to reconnect with you. It was hard work. I had to re-learn how to appreciate you. I had to rekindle my love affair with you. I realized that only when I loved you first could I love anyone else. When I did not care for you, I lost all my loving magic powers. 

Now I love you every day, every hour, every moment, and, every second of the day. Sometimes you annoy me. And there are innumerable occasions when you don't do what I want you to do, in the manner that I need you to do things. I've had to learn to be patient with you when you are not on your best behavior. I remind myself constantly to find compassion for you when you really mess up.

But I know that on the inside, you are simply put, divine! And I've come to finally realize that it's my privilege, and my responsibility to take good care of you, and to love you, without any stinginess or reservations. This way, not only do I feel loved and happy, but everyone around me does too. 

So, I ask you Sunita, will you be my Valentine? Because you are my forever love!

Until next time, 

Wishing you all a Happy Valentine's Day!

With my love,

Sunita

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Tuesday, February 2, 2021

Why we Must try 'Crossing Unmarked Snow' While Being Bombarded by Voices of Unimaginative Mediocrity- William Stafford Inspires!

Hello,
It's Sunita here.


“The things you do not have to say make you rich. 
Saying things you do not have to say weakens your talk. 
Hearing things you do not need to hear dulls your hearing. 
And things you know before you hear them--those are you, 
Those are why you are in the world.” 

― William Stafford, Crossing Unmarked Snow

The snowstorm that hit the northeastern shore has been a perfect time to reflect on these lyrical words of poet, William Stafford from his book, Crossing Unmarked Snow

The quality and richness of silence is where we will find our fullest, and unique voice. Our inner voice that invites us to become our best selves. It waits for us to notice it. When we do, it then guides us like a sherpa, to the deep well within that holds the wisdom to liberate us from the difficult complexities of life.

We must stop looking for what is not out there. 

As we are bombarded by so- called experts, influencers, entertainers, and practically anyone who posts their thoughts, experiences and opinions on readily available avenues, it is so easy to allow our own thoughts to be swallowed up by these voices of repetitive, unimaginative mediocrity.

Ignoring and denying what is plentiful and abundant inside us, we scroll down different platforms of social media, not only wasting our precious time, but also insulting our discerning selves as we allow the dullness of these outside voices to mute our own imaginative and powerful one.

Only when we become still, and look within us do we discover what we instinctively know about our journey. 

I hope you found such stillness during the spectacular, and powerful beauty of this snowstorm. William Stafford's words need to be read again and again, to grasp the simple but profound wisdom they bring us. They never get old.

Wishing you a safe week ahead,
Full of your unique voice!
Love,
Sunita

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Sunday, January 24, 2021

Amanda Gorman Ablaze at Biden's Inauguration Sets the World on Fire with her Words

PHOTO: ALEX WONG/GETTY IMAGES.

 Hello,

It's Sunita here.

I was transfixed this week, like millions of others, who witnessed Amanda Gorman recite her poem, 'The Hill We Climb' at President Joseph Biden's inauguration ceremonies. 

I loved everything about her, from the spectacular and sunny yellow coat she wore, to her confident and rapturous presence while she took the stage to recite her poem. It was also obvious to me, that despite the incredible poise she presented herself with, she was going "Can you believe this??" in her head- her expressions giving us an inkling of the excitement and giddy joy she was feeling as she looked out towards the crowds (sparse this year, but a distinguished gathering none the less) from the inaugural platform.

But my biggest thrill came from the words Amanda chose to share with the world. 

Taking the broken pieces of our nation and our hearts, she used words to masterfully weave them into images of reckoning, lessons learnt, wisdom and ultimately, hope. She presented us with the harshness of our times, yet with a kindness, that reassured us that we still possess within us the strength, and will to turn things around, so we may fulfil our potential as humans, and the promise of a just and loving society. 

Amanda helped us celebrate our humanity by highlighting how the process of becoming our best versions is a difficult one, but not impossible. Much is wrong today. But there is light amongst the violent, hateful and terrifying darkness we find ourselves in. And each one of us must find the courage to be that light.

Thank you Amanda, for putting the jagged, broken pieces of our souls in a beauteous frame that illuminates our goodness, and inspires us to move forward, and inwards to light. 

Amanda, thank you for your words! 

THE HILL THAT WE CLIMB by Amanda Gorman

When day comes, we ask ourselves, where can we find light in this never-ending shade?

The loss we carry. A sea we must wade.

We braved the belly of the beast.

We’ve learned that quiet isn’t always peace, and the norms and notions of what “just” is isn’t always justice.

And yet the dawn is ours before we knew it.

Somehow we do it.

Somehow we weathered and witnessed a nation that isn’t broken, but simply unfinished.

We, the successors of a country and a time where a skinny Black girl descended from slaves and raised by a single mother can dream of becoming president, only to find herself reciting for one.

And, yes, we are far from polished, far from pristine, but that doesn’t mean we are striving to form a union that is perfect.

We are striving to forge our union with purpose.

To compose a country committed to all cultures, colors, characters and conditions of man.

And so we lift our gaze, not to what stands between us, but what stands before us.

We close the divide because we know to put our future first, we must first put our differences aside.

We lay down our arms so we can reach out our arms to one another.

We seek harm to none and harmony for all.

Let the globe, if nothing else, say this is true.

That even as we grieved, we grew.

That even as we hurt, we hoped.

That even as we tired, we tried.

That we’ll forever be tied together, victorious.

Not because we will never again know defeat, but because we will never again sow division.

Scripture tells us to envision that everyone shall sit under their own vine and fig tree, and no one shall make them afraid.

If we’re to live up to our own time, then victory won’t lie in the blade, but in all the bridges we’ve made.

That is the promise to glade, the hill we climb, if only we dare.

It’s because being American is more than a pride we inherit.

It’s the past we step into and how we repair it.

We’ve seen a force that would shatter our nation, rather than share it.

Would destroy our country if it meant delaying democracy.

And this effort very nearly succeeded.

But while democracy can be periodically delayed, it can never be permanently defeated.

In this truth, in this faith we trust, for while we have our eyes on the future, history has its eyes on us.

This is the era of just redemption.

We feared at its inception.

We did not feel prepared to be the heirs of such a terrifying hour.

But within it we found the power to author a new chapter, to offer hope and laughter to ourselves.

So, while once we asked, how could we possibly prevail over catastrophe, now we assert, how could catastrophe possibly prevail over us?

We will not march back to what was, but move to what shall be: a country that is bruised but whole, benevolent but bold, fierce and free.

We will not be turned around or interrupted by intimidation because we know our inaction and inertia will be the inheritance of the next generation, become the future.

Our blunders become their burdens.

But one thing is certain.

If we merge mercy with might, and might with right, then love becomes our legacy and change our children’s birthright.

So let us leave behind a country better than the one we were left.

Every breath from my bronze-pounded chest, we will raise this wounded world into a wondrous one.

We will rise from the golden hills of the West.

We will rise from the windswept Northeast where our forefathers first realized revolution.

We will rise from the lake-rimmed cities of the Midwestern states.

We will rise from the sun-baked South.

We will rebuild, reconcile, and recover.

And every known nook of our nation and every corner called our country, our people diverse and beautiful, will emerge battered and beautiful.

When day comes, we step out of the shade of flame and unafraid.

The new dawn balloons as we free it.

For there is always light, if only we’re brave enough to see it.

If only we’re brave enough to be it.


Until next time,

With hopes for a better tomorrow,

And my love,

Sunita


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