healing
How to heal fully and properly.
Forgiveness
I had been told many years ago that I was the angriest person they had ever met. Years prior to that I was the most comical and entertaining person as most of my friends would say. I encountered certain experiences which transformed me from a well contained and polite individual to a woman enraged and deeply wounded. At that time, I did not believe innocence could be recovered. I also believed my anger would keep me safe. I was wrong on both counts. I am now free of the kindling which once raged where my blood and spirit pulse together. I feel everything, and think all feelings are healthy and positive in their own time. When I say I am free I mean I am free of deep, long lasting resentment.
By Angelique Marie Bouffiou6 years ago in Motivation
the big D
Depression dries and sucks the life out all the flowers in your garden. There are stigmas and labels that come with being diagnosed with depression or any mental illness such as an attention seeker, lazy, weak, and crazy or a failure. Personally I know it takes a strong and brave person to be able to get out of the self made hole that they feel stuck in. Being in the mindset where you feel hopeless and completely alone with the same feeling of not knowing what to do with those emotions or how to sit with them. It gets overwhelming and a bit too much. Depression is hard to detect because it isn’t the type of illness where a naked eye could see it. It’s altered for each individual. Depression doesn’t look the same for everyone. Nobody will have the same definition because nobody knows the fine lines of yourself but you.
By Merichel Sanchez6 years ago in Motivation
Something Different
I was in college and finally free from the hell in which I grew up. The safety around me allowed for my brain to finally collapse into itself and instead of being happy and healthy, I was finally allowed to break and my brain took freedom with it. I had a hallucination (which I haven't had in over a decade), had to keep myself away from sharp objects, had to start therapy, couldn't enjoy band anymore, and couldn't handle bullying from a professor. I moved to a different university and everything got so much worse. People actually appreciated me and believed in me, but because I'm still in the wrong mindset, I broke. I swallowed two bottles of sleeping pills in hopes to end myself, it didn't work. I didn't even sleep that well that night. I continued as normal for a couple weeks, but I just couldn't handle the constant feeling of the memories. I couldn't handle actually feeling the sexual and physical abuse. I couldn't handle constantly hearing, like actually hearing the words that were said to me constantly as a child about how stupid, fat, and absolutely ugly I am. I couldn't focus in class anymore. I was constantly in tears and it distracted not only me, but also the other students and some instructors. I couldn't handle the attention and broke again. My fiancee at the time left me because I pushed him so far away. An officer visited my dorm room. I convinced her that I was fine. I sat in my room with a knife in my hand ready to end it and I received a message from someone who hadn't spoken to me in years. I had apologized to him for pushing him away in high school and he said that I shouldn't worry and that neither of us are the same people anymore.
By Kaitlyn Kyle6 years ago in Motivation
S U P R I S E D I M A L I V E
So apparently you can get paid for telling your stories.. Well there is probably a lot that I cant even put on here to begin, but we can try.. Surely I can keep you on the edge of your seat with internet friendly stories from the shady and unfriendly alleyways of Melbourne city, where the rain glistens on the blue cobblestones.
By A. Reyz6 years ago in Motivation
What 2019 taught me...
I know exactly what you’re thinking...another basic white girl blogging about how she’s going into the new year making all these changes and will “find herself” and get fit, bleh bleh bleh... I totally get it! I would think the exact same things, if I wasn’t the one writing.
By Carime Paige6 years ago in Motivation
The Power of Vulnerability (Life Lessons - Part 18)
The Power of Vulnerability I remember the first time I really put myself out there as an adult. It was actually only a few months ago when I was in New York City for an internship. I stayed there for several months, and I was able to explore and see everything I wanted to see.
By Keane Neal-Riquier6 years ago in Motivation
Frozen still
I sit here with a deep gravity to my field. I sit here frozen still confused on where I should be. What should I be doing right now? How can I help? How can I stop all the suffering, all the pain, all the screams from crying out. How can I save the innocent from those who are ignorant. Save the animals who have suffered long enough from the choices we have made. Sitting here I have realized I can't. I can't move, for I have no way to get there. I can't speak, for I don't have a voice people listen to. I can't help, for I don't know if I have any power to do so. I CAN'T move and it feels like I will be like this forever. That the pain will never stop coming, that as long as we keep looking the other way, pretending that we don't see this suffering, it will consume us all. Then we won't have a choice but move and speak up. We will be forced to acknowledge what is and accept that hell is happening on earth. I am so afraid of what's to come. Our souls are growing but not nearly at the rate they need to be. We have continued to distract ourselves and shed light on only what is true to us. Disregarding truths and pain because they are not experienced by our own being. How can we be so ignorant to believe that that means they don't matter. We are all one. We are ONE consciousness living in a universe that is growing and making mistakes. I am sitting here frozen telling myself that there is nothing I can do but reach out my soul to every being that is hurting. For if they are hurting so am I. For if they are hurting so are we. These mistakes that the human race keep making have consequences and when we meet our doomsday I only hope the human race is humble enough to believe that we had this coming, that we did nothing as the world burned and mother nature spoke more clearly as she ever has. The world is on fire and I'm sitting here in my cool apartment frozen to the fact that to do something means to change. To be uncomfortable, creative, determined, loud, strict, brave, courageous and most importantly strong. We have so much power to be better than who we were yesterday. We are also so blind to the fact that we are in control of what world we want to live in. I am done with being still. Done with being frozen. I don't know how to unfreeze myself but, I know that being frozen is the first step down a long journey of self-discovery the world needs to face. I hope the world sees what mother nature is trying to say. I hope we freeze with fear so that we can rise above and stop the suffering that occurs every second of every day. I am still frozen and it really feels like I always will be. Never the less my soul knows deep inside that we are capable of unconditional love because that's our true nature, we have just forgotten. To all the souls suffering all over the world, I call out to you. I send you all the bravery and strength needed in these burning times. I send you understanding and compassion for yourselves and for your families. I send you the deepest form of love, reaching out to let you know I'm here and will continue to be there frozen still in time. I get it now. I feel it like a presence. I am frozen because I am waiting. Waiting for my orders. Leaving my body to rest and get ready for the battle that's coming my way. I might be frozen but I will never not fight for what is right and what I believe in. I am frozen still, rising slowly but powerfully.
By Elisha6 years ago in Motivation
Flip Your Script
Your perspective is and always will be your reality. When you change your perspective, you will change your entire life. A perspective is a point of view sowed by a set of beliefs. A belief is manifested by a chronic thought pattern on a particular subject positively oriented towards the likelihood of something being true, whether you like it or not.
By Ilyse Rothman6 years ago in Motivation
I was done...
Maybe you’ve seen me around at a mall shopping with my son Donovan. If you have, you’d probably never guess I was battling cervical cancer or that I was a single mom with no baby daddy support. Maybe you could take a look at me or my Instagram @xnauli and calculate that I have it all together and my life couldn’t possibly be hard. But that’s just it. I think you can agree that life can be hard and life isn’t always Instagram pretty. The only difference is made between the one who goes harder and the one who goes softer.
By Stephanie N6 years ago in Motivation
The Strong Woman’s Burden
I hear so many women speak about the burden that the expectation of strength brings to their lives. When am I allowed to be weak? When am I allowed not to have all the answers or solutions? When will I be allowed to name my pain and be given the space and room to heal? While I am broken and shattered by this world, I am still expected to carry the load of the daily functions, whether it be family, work, school, society, etc., there is an expectation that I still show up. At some point we must accept our humanity. While being superhuman would be nice, the reality is that we’re just as fragile as any other living thing, and we also require nurturing, and emotional, physical, and spiritual nourishment. From my own personal experience strength sometimes happens, not because I choose it, but because there is no other choice. There is also an element of fear that abounds when I think about weakness. Even though it is quite natural and human to have moments of weakness, there is a fear that arises at the pain that vulnerability can bring. If I open myself up, will there be supports to help me heal, or will someone just pour salt in the wound.
By Kanisha Moye6 years ago in Motivation
