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.

I am energy. I am infinity. But I am also a poet, author, artist. wife, mother, sleep doctor, and attachment and complex childhood trauma survivor. I healed only when I understood I was broken, not a victim. I learnt that everything I needed was within me. And that my inner life was the essence and driving force of my existence.

Where did Self Love Self Care First® come from?

I needed to find meaning in my suffering so I kept thinking, “What truth did I come out of this journey with? How can I share what I know in forms other than what I receive through my poetry? What is the most foundational and fundamental truth about human existence that I discovered to be true in my suffering? That is where SLSCF® comes from.

I discovered that if we do not know our truth, we cannot love ourselves. The pain and suffering of our lives, the false external messages about life, success and achievement that we receive, and the projections and imposed expectations of others we are subjected to, mangle our truth, distract us from our destined path, and cut deep into our body, mind, and soul. They cause us to not pay attention to ourselves, and to how we live our lives. These feelings and beliefs descend into our unconscious and become habitual patterns that hijack our lives.

SelfLoveSelfCareFirst® is the journey of truthful self-examination and acceptance of our truth. Only when we are ready to find value, love, and compassion for our true selves do we begin to live free.

This blog is a celebration of love, stillness, growth, joy, discovery, and the truth. The conversation is honest, the topics are varied, the perspectives are from many angles, but the common thread weaving the discussions together is Self Love Self Care First®.

You are not moving towards any light. There is no light out there. It is inside you. You must move inwards- not outwards to look for it. No one can guide you there. Only you can give yourself the permission to embark on this journey. Only you can reclaim yourself.

Your freedom is in your hands.


Saturday, June 18, 2022

It's a Lie! Don't Fall For It


It's Sunita here.

Pick a friend.

Make the time.

To sit together.

Not a bunch of friends.

A friend.

Sit. Ask. Tell. Be quiet. Be deliberate in your intention to connect. Be honest in your conversation.

Be mindful of not using the word ‘busy’ in your conversation.

Let the time unfold instead of having a plan for the visit.

Above all, be kind and open.

I had a friend do that for me recently.

Our nervous system responds to such events in a very positive way.

Connecting to others is a primal need and drive of ours.

We are living in times that are not conducive or structured for such evenings to be common, unless we make them happen. We are trained to keep saying, and ultimately believing, that we are busy.

That is a lie.

Often, we find our worth only when we have a pile up of things to do. And people to meet. But inside, we are left feeling deeply unsatisfied, stressed, and yearning for meaning.

We have control of our time.

We have a choice.

Thank you friend, for choosing to be with me.

Until next time,
Moving forwards,

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Sunday, June 12, 2022

Gorgeous Gray



It's Sunita here.


Morning walk under a drizzling sky.

A pop of colors begs to be seen.

I am compelled to stop and speak with these glorious miracles. 


I speak in poem.


I see you, orange.

I see you, yellow.

I see you, green.

I see you, garnet red.

I see you, brown.


I see you, silent in worship under this somber sky that is showering us with a bountiful space,

To be contemplative and mournful, while we twirl in delight.


Let us wash ourselves, with its gift of these pure droplets.


Let us start anew, with the refreshed stories of our past.


Let us cross over to another day, carrying with us, the tender ghosts of our stories.


How blessed are we?


Yesterday, we were not what we are today.

A moment ago, we were not who we are right now.


To think that I passed by you just yesterday and only saw buds.

Look at you now.

Look at me now.

How glorious are we?


Let us rejoice with the divine in the sky.

Today, it wears a gorgeous gray.



Sunita Merriman

June 12th, 2022

8:23 am

 #10 in the 6th Collection

       FREEZE FRAMING: The Ecstasy That is My Soul


Until next time,

Moving forwards,


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Monday, June 6, 2022

Alice Miller's 'The Drama of The Gifted Child'- An Opportunity to Examine our Life


It's Sunita here.

Once I read Alice Miller's book, 'The Drama of The Gifted Child' I wondered why this book is not required reading for every adult before they choose to become a parent. Instead of all the other baby books out there, I believe, this is the seminal read for any human being who desires, and aims to be a loving parent to a baby.

It is however, a very difficult read for those of us who may have suffered as a child. Because it is raw, honest, and descriptive, with tremendous clarity of how damage is done to children- in most cases, with no intention of doing so.

But it also is tremendously empowering to such individuals by outlining how to get out of the invisible prison of our childhood.

I offered this material to myself as a resource to start understanding my pain and dysfunction as an adult. It was immensely helpful in gaining a contextual understanding of the source of much of what was not working in my life. The 'Drama of The Gifted Child' helped me make sense of what I unconsciously felt, but had no language to express it with.

I offer it to you in case you are ready to take steps to do the work necessary for you to live free and whole.

The choice to get on that journey can only be made by you.

So, what say you?

Until next time,
Moving forwards,