I realized recently much of my anxiety was attached to a feeling that I needed to be perfect. Act perfectly in all things. I know logically there is no such thing. I mean I KNOW that. But I don’t think my heart ever got that message. I must execute plans perfectly. I must do exactly…
There is a moment when you realize that your journey is yours. That moment is different for everyone. That moment for me was when I needed brain surgery. They say life flashes before your eyes when you are faced with the possibility of no tomorrow. And though we all face that possibility every second… rarely…
You know what is annoying? When someone says they have a problem and the response is “just eat better and exercise”. I have a headache.I have depression.I broke my ankle.I have arthritis.I have cancer.I was born with diabetes. “Just eat better and exercise.” Everytime a medical journal posts new findings about a disorder or disease…
It’s hard to explain The nature of things That are invisible Science tries to With measurements With observations Sampling reality By constricting By eliminating Trying to find The reason The basis The foundation That makes An invisible thing True or false But sometimes The invisible thing Is just invisible It doesn’t exist In the place…
It’s a fight. Sometimes I freeze Watch the storm come Glued to my spot I know what it brings I know it’s bigger I know it’s stronger I know it’s dark And menacing And that I should run I know too It was inevitable That it would Come back for me And yet I’m frozen…
It’s a curse to feel it all The heart aching words The eye kicking looks Like a tide turning pulse Racing like falling stars Across my universe The sky wants to fall Full of ice sharpened birds With piercing claw hooks And a needling impulse To open up these scars Yet again, I’m immersed
It wasn’t a castle But it was his castle I wasn’t a servent But I felt like one Obedience worn As decades fell And it was those My years of life Screaming at me Forever hoping I’d be worth More than that X marks the spot So much lost Beneath my feet
He stood silent Staring at hands Full of broken dreams The beating was soft Barely just an echo A life fading And it was him Who cried for it The small heart Made for only one
In that moment I am alone Sometimes the love stays Wraps me up Like a warm blanket does Consoles my soul Like your strong arms can But sometimes I can feel the ice form Before you’ve taken a step Before you can turn away Before you say goodbye And it freezes everything I can barely…
As much as I’ve read and as much as I’ve dealt with my own situation I’m still shocked at how certain things will trigger me. Each time I’m telling myself to just get over it already. Yes, as a victim I tell myself that. I’m ashamed and infuriated that some things still attack the parts…
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