healing
How to heal fully and properly.
Stick and Stones May Break My Bones
Most of us on Facebook have seen the post “share a picture of you in your senior year and one now.” I know I did and I even shared it myself and said “it’s amazing what eight years and a baby can do.” That post got me thinking a lot about something that I overheard over a decade ago...
By Chelsea Kitchen7 years ago in Motivation
Decisions, Decisions
Decisions, decisions… How do we really deal with the hard ones? 2017 was certainly a year of change for me on a personal level, with dramatic endings happening on a weekly basis. (I know I am among friends when I say this). It felt like a never-ending soap opera and that is putting it mildly.
By Ruby Brown7 years ago in Motivation
Courage
Downcast soul, what have you become? You've been wearing this mask for too long and now it is stuck on my face like a shitty song in my head. I'm living in this tragic, yet silver lining of a whirlwind feeling like a meal for wolves. But really, what am I here for? I do not want to follow the rules and I sure as hell do not want to be stuck in this cell. I feel like my whole body is wrapped with a python and leeches are on my heart. When will this ache stop and my exhausted body become full again? I don't know who I am anymore, must be the trauma, it's a start. I won't pick up the phone. I lie and say I'm not home. What kind of friend am I? They don't know I lay with demons. My heart is gold, my body is dead, my mind is racing. How am I even standing? If you knew the real me, would you run, would you fly with me? Locked in these handcuffs with the key just far enough for me to miss it.
By Nicolette Heisler7 years ago in Motivation
How to Cope with Grief and the Loss of a Loved One
Grieving the loss of our loved ones is like a never ending battle with ourselves. The pain is deep and our wounds are fresh, yet we manage to survive another day without their presence. In such times of tribulation we go through multiple stages of grief, until we are not yet healed but rather saved; for when we lose someone we love, we almost die with them. A part of us is gone, some parts perhaps you may never retrieve. However, we all have a choice to fight through the battle and cope with our emotions. We can learn how to take it one day at a time, or how I like to call it, one breath at a time. By sharing my very own past experience of how I coped with my pain and struggles, I hope doing so will help shed light on anyone who is struggling and in need of some answers. The past few months have been the most difficult I’ve had to face. My patience, strengths, and weaknesses all have been tested. I have watched my universe flip upside down and have gotten to see life, the grand world I live in, and everything around me change dramatically, causing a shift in the way I see things, and influencing my perspective on living, dying, and all in between. I now see things in a new light because of it, almost like I have a new pair of eyes, seeing for the first time.
By Hillary Nizam7 years ago in Motivation
You Always Find Your Way Back Home
Need we talk about the things that are obvious? The sky is blue, the sun rose this morning, the moon will set again tonight and the waves are still crashing along the shoreline somewhere. Need we explain the currents? The phases of that same moon which some of us rely so heavily upon? Dare I remind you of our president and the men and women who run our country? No, none of this is necessary, none of this is relevant to what I do need to talk about. Whether or not the waves crash along the shoreline does not change how I am feeling. The stage in which the moon finds itself in tonight does not negate nor does it influence the weight I am feeling pressing against my chest. If you think these things are necessary, if you think the current president and the color of the sky are important right now then I am sorry, but I refuse to use my vanishing breath to talk about things we cannot seem to change. So may I bother you for one moment? Burden you with the pain that seems to be wrapping itself around my barely beating heart?
By Amber Paulison7 years ago in Motivation
Damaged People Cannot Spread Healing!
I often thought that I could help people heal without being healed myself. I was broken, and all the pieces of the puzzle of my life laid at the doorstep of everyone who had hurt me. So, on my journey to help others, I was further breaking things, adding salt to their wounds and sticking a new knife inside because all I had to offer them was bitterness and anger. I poured my hurt into them, thinking I was helping them heal. I was damaging the very people who never hurt me. It was not until many, many years later that I realized just how broken and wounded I was, and many years after this realization that another fact came to me, I couldn't help anyone heal being in this condition, and I can't love anyone with these untreated wounds.
By Allata Gonsalves7 years ago in Motivation
A Little Ramble
I used to write every day on an old laptop that was my equivalent of a diary. Every time things seemed too big or too complicated for my frazzled teenage brain to deal with, I would write poems or letters or lyrics. Then later I would go back, read it through and feel exactly how I felt in that moment and understand myself and my emotions just a tiny but more than I did before. I went through a lot when I was younger and chose to deal with most of it through intoxication and creativity and I think after a while, the two became intertwined and I stopped being able to do one without the other. So, as I started spending more of my time sober and as I got older, writing became harder. Reading back what I had written before made me feel too much or scared because I felt nothing at all. Maybe it’s because being an angsty teenager you choose to embrace all the things you’re feeling and when bad things happen, or you react badly to things, it's ok because it's "hormones" and not mental health problems. Or I think that in some ways, drugs and alcohol made me more open with myself about how I was feeling and without them, I couldn’t reach that place that had always been so important to me.
By Simone Bromson7 years ago in Motivation
Seeking Fulfillment: Acknowledgement, Engagement, and Preciousness
I've spoken many times about dealing with personal stress and unforeseen circumstances in and out of the workplace, dealing with them while in the presence of others, while you're by yourself, and in many other scenarios. Two days ago I got the opportunity to sit down and listen to a few of my peers talk about some of the things that were weighing on their mind like ongoing illnesses, emotional distress or having to leave family and children nearly every day to do what they loved to do for a living; despite all of these difficulties. Our initial exchange dealt with these and also being able to identify the real motivation behind their actions. In doing so and detailing our perspectives, I learned that many of them, if not all, had a misconception about the power of acknowledgement.
By The Rogue Scribe7 years ago in Motivation
What Do Your Scars Mean?
It was 2013, I was in my happy place, a Pearl Jam concert. This show was at the Barclays center in Brooklyn. The second night of back to back shows. I was happy. Right before “Betterman,” Eddie Vedder started to talk. What he said that night struck cord in me, and I’ve remembered it to this day.
By Vincent Graziano7 years ago in Motivation
