Chantal Christie Weiss
Bio
I serve memories and give myself up as a conduit for creativity.
My self-published poetry book: In Search of My Soul. Available via Amazon
Tip link: https://www.paypal.me/drweissy
Chantal, Spiritual Bad/Ass
England, UK
Stories (97)
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My First Time Skiing and I Got Lost, Alone, in the French Alps. Top Story - December 2025.
Looking back, I can trace some of my life’s biggest adventures to a simple action from my sister. She’d introduced me to Tommy (a very long time ago), a colleague of hers, who had overshared his penchant for Italian-looking women, and I ticked that box.
By Chantal Christie Weissabout 7 hours ago in Humans
My Unexpected Arrest Fucked With My Shame for Years. Top Story - May 2025.
My annus horribilis Rushing to get my six-and-a-half-year-old daughter ready, I grabbed our coats; we were on our way to a lunch and cinema date with a friend and her thirteen-year-old twins.
By Chantal Christie Weiss4 days ago in Humans
The Eight Ways We Can Love One Another
Happy Valentine’s Day, friends, What is love? Well, love isn’t the greedy part of the commercialism of Valentine’s Day, which can leave some folks feeling socially pressured and even feeling some isolation and sadness around this celebration.
By Chantal Christie Weiss27 days ago in Humans
How to Empower Your Writing
“The morning pages will teach you to stop judging and just let yourself write. So what if you’re tired, crabby, distracted, stressed? Your artist is a child, and it needs to be fed. Morning pages feed your artist child. So write your morning pages.” ― Julia Cameron
By Chantal Christie Weiss28 days ago in Writers
Drugged, Assaulted, and Filmed by My Predator “Friends”. Content Warning.
“You’re not a victim for sharing your story. You are a survivor setting the world on fire with your truth. And you never know who needs your light, your warmth, and raging courage.” — Alex Elle
By Chantal Christie Weissabout a month ago in Psyche
I Love You to the Moon and Back
I recall those Valentine’s Days when I was single — there were many — where I felt that sting of loneliness and a sense of FOMO. During those years, I believed being adored by a man would help me validate my worth, without the comprehension that I needed to honour myself too.
By Chantal Christie Weissabout a month ago in Humans
