Academy Collective by doffie

04/06/2026

With Love Your Sister – I just got recognised as one of their top fans! 🎉

04/06/2026

Hi I wanted to let everyone know the name of this Page is going to be changed!
YES: I have given it a go 😜… but me & all things “Techo”
So:
YES I am going to engage a IT student who can wk with me:
But in the meantime!
I will try on the new name with you all:

“Enable, Empower, Enhance” by doffie

💎girls transitioning into young womanhood🩵

What’s your feedback please ?
Thanks Muchly! Please PM me or:
Email: [email protected]

30/05/2026

Wonderful !!
May you be wickedly Kind💕🎼💎

30/05/2026

Wow!! 💕

29/05/2026

A biggie:
How do we teach resilience :
By
Story Telling (true ones)
&
By demonstrating it!
Girls = into young women need to understand what an enduring quality it is & how they “hone it up” &
Tuck it like other character qualities into their emotional tool box! @ Enablers Gemma Baseley Jacinta Doffie Athersmith Standing Strong Clubs

Discovering Strength and Resilience Within the Storm

“It’s not what happens to you,
but how you react to it that matters.”
~ Epictetus

I think I carried Stoicism long before
I ever knew its name.
Before the books,
before the philosophy,
before I learned that emperors and slaves
could speak the same truth
beneath different skies.

Marcus Aurelius wore a crown,
Epictetus once wore chains,
Seneca stood among power and politics,
yet all of them arrived
at the same quiet understanding:

we cannot command the storm,
only the resilience within us
while passing through it.

That is Stoicism.

Not the absence of feeling,
not the death of grief,
not hardening yourself
in a world that bruises easily.

It is learning
that pain may visit,
fear may whisper,
loss may hollow the heart,
and still,
your character remains your own.

The Stoics knew
that suffering is woven into life
as naturally as winter follows autumn.

No soul escapes hardship.
No life remains untouched
by uncertainty, failure, or loss.

But strength is not found
in outrunning suffering.
It is found
in standing upright within it.

An emperor may feel powerless.
A slave may possess freedom
no prison could ever take.

Because life is never measured
by the hand you are dealt,
but by the courage,
discipline,
and dignity
with which you choose to play it.

And perhaps that is why
Stoicism endures,
not as armor against pain,
but as a reminder
that even in our darkest hours,
we still have power
over the kind of person
we become.

~ 'Discovering Strength and Resilience Within the Storm' by Spirit of a Hippie

✍️ Mary Anne Byrne

~ Art 'Free at Last' by Janice VanCronkhite

27/05/2026

To convey this: in such a way it becomes an anthem for girls - young women.
God, a higher power, the inner human spirit : whichever is your choice of the spiritual this post has an incredible message! 💎🩵🔑🌟💫

27/05/2026

THIS : 🩵🙏💎

MY: every trauma : I could build a Ladder to the stars with the things that have happened,or the things that I have had to endure!

They have all turned into something really creative !
I Don’t Lash Out:

“I want to turn it into a Bouquet of Flowers! 🌹🪻🌷🌸🌻🌺☘️🍀🌿

This encapsulated my journey over the last years of my life’s journey!
It very nearly had me resign, from the stage of my life.

I chose finally to go deeper and be creative in discovering my own fullness of being & make a bouquet of self love & acceptance!
Now I am re empowered to help others too 💎🙏🩵

27/05/2026

Be That PERSON! That leader, that Brave Soul. BE REAL 💎🩵

🚨New Poem Alert🚨

Refrain from Brokenness
© 2026 Ashlee Alexandra McEntyre Purpose-Filled Poet. All rights reserved.

I'm breaking.

Let me take one breath
Without this pressure on my chest.
Let me have one thought
Where I'm not in this situation.
Let me have one night's rest
Where I'm not up crying-
Uncontrollably stressed.

I'm blessed,
Yet this turbulence in my life
Is getting the best of me.
No chains-
Yet I feel shackled
By problems with no resolve.
I just want to be set free.

The bo***ge is real
In the pain that I feel.
And it's the incorrect perspective
That steals the joy it didn't give-
The incorrect perspective
That steals the peace I used to have within.

What a gift God gave:
The key to freedom in my mind.
Breaking strongholds
Is what frees me every time.
It's His truth-
Not a line, not a lie.

And yet,
I feel like it doesn't apply to me.
I close my eyes to grace
And open them to grief.
Close my eyes on faith
And open them to fear.
Close my eyes on peace
And open them to despair.
My eyes are fixed-
Maybe that's why no chains are breaking.
Just me,
So broken inside.

I want to close my eyes
And gain peace:
Peace of my joy returned.
Peace of that life replaced by burden.
Peace of love replacing pain.
Peace of mind-
Is all I'm looking to gain.

Refrain
From using negative speak over myself.
Refrain
From having negative thoughts
Repelling blessings in my life.
Refrain
From attracting my brokenness back to me.
Refrain
From existing-
And not living the life
God called me to live.

🎥 Stay tuned - the cinematic video version of this poem is coming tomorrow!

💬 As we close out Mental Health Awareness Month, I wanted to share this raw piece about fighting the battles in our minds and reclaiming our peace through God's truth. Drop a 💜 in the comments if you are choosing to refrain from negative thoughts and embrace the life God called you to live.

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© 2026 Ashlee Alexandra McEntyre Purpose-Filled Poet. All rights reserved.

21/03/2026

24/03/2025

I love love trees🩵🩵💎💎 they are like best friends, a hug, a whisper of secrets & a comfort if the tears flow! 🙏🌴🌳🎄🌿☘️🍀🌱