emotional storm
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I know the term low grade fever is used when describing someone having a fever that is not dangerous. I feel like these last few months I have had a low-grade depression, because I am functional, I go to work, I make an effort to be sociable for the most part. But the solitude that
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I woke up stuck for the third day in a row, or the fifth or is it the sixth? I have been stuck in writing, stuck in things of life, stuck in thought patterns, just STUCK. Reading is my mode of escapism I use to tolerate the “stuck days” but even that has been failing me
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Jack sings his song; his words resonate in me. He says my love is soft, kind, and blind. He says my love is wasted. He says someday I will see. I look back now, and see my disaster. He says I can choose to learn. I choose to realize my love was wasted on you.
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I unintentionally made an “affirmation scroll” today. It started as a treatment (prayer), but as I poured my thoughts and feelings onto the paper, it kept getting longer and longer. When my heart and soul agreed on a stopping point, I assessed the final product, and had two pages of tightly squeezed words. This time
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“I sat by the ocean, and drank a potion, baby to erase you…” The song started all well and good, until I remember why I had removed it from my playlist. My mind took a bullet train back to the moment I realized that I was not having a nightmare, rather I was awake and
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Sorry folks, I do not have the answer, but if someone finds the answer, please let me know! When I was a little girl, I dreamt of a fairy tale wedding. As life progressed, I saw adults around me be miserable in their marriages, I started to think that maybe marriage was not as pretty
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Communicate clear intentions; be well defined about what you want. Most importantly, be willing and prepared to accept what needs to occur in order for you to have what you asked for. Early this year I sent out a request to God (Uni) titled “Kickstart My Life” (Yes, it is a Crue reference!). What came
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It goes by different names. It is called domestic abuse. It is called bullying. It is called battering. It is the repeated or habitual violence by one individual towards another individual. It is WRONG! It is a subject that many people choose to not acknowledge, less talk about. It is condoned or viewed as acceptable
Shhh... my Soul is talking, listen. 