Chloe sat in the center of a nearby wood. Two hours ago, as she traveled to her therapist’s office, her social anxiety rapidly escalated. Since returning to civilian life, she’s severely struggled with her PTSD. Here, she can sit in silence and not fear. Here, she can actually be and feel ok. Since Sandra, her confidant and progressional ear, met her three years ago, Chloe has grown to accept herself. Three times a week, now, she embraces her Shinrin-yoku, forest-bathing. It’s apart of her newly incorporated self-care plan.
After 3 months, he finally left his haven, Gray-Salon Memorial. He remembered nothing about what happened. Detectives stated there was a motorcycle accident. Something about some red scarf and an old skeleton key.
Formulated for Sammi Cox’s Weekend Writing Prompt. Check it out:D
I came across a blog post that identified September 14th as National Sober Day! I wanted to craft this post because I know a few of my followers are walking this life. I want to give each of them special love because alcoholism is a toxic waste of time, love, money, and life. Not only have these INCREDIBLE individuals chosen to stop the insanity cycle, but they continue to choose it EVERY SINGLE DAY. They understand that they must choose to be sober every day… Or alcohol will choose them.
You know who you are… And I’m so incredibly proud of you!! I’m here to walk with you and talk with you… So you don’t pick up that bottle… So you don’t fall into the trap of addiction. You’re incredibly strong and deserve a happy and healthy version of you!! I hope you ALWAYS remember that.
September is also National Recovery Month, evolved from substance abuse recovery. You can check out their website HERE!
If you know someone in sobriety, please take a minute and tell him or her how proud you if him/her!! I’m certain it would make a difference in their life and the kindness will wripple. They’re walking a tough tough road. They deserve the recognition of their accomplishments.
Included is the Word of the Day, youthful. You can find the details and many previous ones here🙂 Remember, never stop learning.
He pushed one arm through his yellow and blue favorite raincoat. He’s worn it so often that it’s color has become faded. He didn’t care, though. It was perfect in every way. Just as quickly, he pushed his other arm through the other sleeve and buttoned it up.
The rain had just started, but it was pouring buckets. Meteorologists have been warning nearby cities about hurricane Sandy. Thankfully, he and his family weren’t in the range of danger. He was actually able to enjoy the water.
Mareen stood at the kitchen window, as Haden ran out to play. All of eight years old, he has had six surgeries, 8 transfusions, and endless hours of therapy, recovery, and setbacks. She wrestled with grief every day. As she stood there, mesmerized by her youthful miracle.. She was reminded of such a valuable lesson.
There’s sunshine in between raindfalls. When we dance in the storm, the passing is that much sweeter.
With that, she quickly snatched her coast from the coast tree and headed out the door.
“You are one thing only. You are a Divine Being. An all-powerful Creator. You are a Deity in jeans and a t-shirt, and within you dwells the infinite wisdom of the ages and the sacred creative force of All that is, will be and ever was.”
This is Day 24 in the countdown of our Bloggers VIP Celebration. For this daily challenge, we have a list of scrambled autumn things! All’s you have to do is write down them, unscrambled. Please don’t post your guesses, wait until the end of the day for the answers. Keep an eye out for updates on Kristian’s and my page.
Today is countdown day #26 to our Bloggers Autumn Celebration. For today’s challenge, Kristian & I are asking our followers to create one Autumn theme craft.
Pick an Autumn theme craft. (Coloring, cooking, painting, photography, nature elements picture whatever.)
Complete the craft.
Snap a picture of it.
Add that picture to a post and share with us the memories you always want to remember about it. Was this pleasant for you? Did you laugh at any mistakes you made? Does your craft result in a silly image? Did you have your children or grandchildren help?
Be sure to title your most Countdown Day 26 and tag both Kristian and me 🙂
She woke feeling like death. Her temples throbbed; her body was 75% covered in a cast. She didn’t remember what happened. By the looks of things, she didn’t want to, either. The lights were only aggressively agitating her senses; so she reached for the button.
” AHHHHHHHHHHH!!” she wailed, regretfully unaware of how excruciating that was going to be. Thankfully, her nurse, Andrea, summoned to her bedside within seconds.
Within the half hour, and every ounce of her gratitude for this incredible nurse, she was settled back in position. The lights off, the lidocaine was dripping, and the pain was about a 6.5! She felt her throat begin to swell. Soon thereafter, the first tear fell alongside her cheek.
“This is now my life?” She pitied herself, as the tears continued. “Some way to live. I hurt everywhere. I don’t even freaking remember how I got here. Where’s my parents? Are my parents still alive? Oh my god, how do I not know? Do I have siblings? AmImarrierd?DoIhavechildren?Whatsthemonth?ohmygod,ohmy god!!!!”
The machine sounded. She was suddenly in a place of white. All was pure, light, and peaceful. She stood, was able to stand and walk. Oh what a feeling! It was warm, her body weightless and free. Slowly, as she glided among the cotton like fields, she began to see others. They were also… happy.
Women gathered by the purest blue lake, on a blanket full of luscious fruits and purple flowers. They laughed and hugged and chatted. From a distance, they acted as if they’d known one another for quite some time. She didn’t recognize any of these women, or anything of her surroundings.
“How do I keep putting myself in this great unknown?” She questioned herself. Suddenly, her heart felt exponentially warmer. It didn’t hurt; however, she was startled.
“What on earth?”…she checked. She most definitely was not on earth. Where she was she?
Lost in thought, she didn’t realize a little young girl had walked up to her. The girl gently took the her hand and lead her down to the water. As if she knew how to swim, this gorgeous blue eyed blond circles young lady kept walking…
Right out of sight. Below the water, she disappeared. The woman began to panic… no one else seemed to be though.
“What on earth?” She repeated. Slowly, she followed right behind the young girl, down below the water.
She woke with a huge gasp, once again in the hospital room, barely able to move. Besides her nurse, there were four other staff members, a head doctor, and what looked like family or friends outside the door. She thought for a moment, trying to collect herself and make sense of what just happened.
She simply couldn’t. None of it made sense; but, then again, none of it scared her either. As the nurses related her medication, and checked her vitals… Andrea came in with flowers and a card.
The letter read :
Trust God with all of your heart. He will correct and direct your path. You won’t always understand; however, He’ll never lead you astray.
Much Love :
…….. Her identification was also in the card. Her name was Janeal.
Donavon has always been the quiet and stand off(ish) kid in the neighborhood. When he was a few months into his fourth year, his parents took him to a specialized doctor, in hopes of ” finding a cure.” Don’t misunderstand, they’ve always dearly loved and accepted their precious boy, though predisposed to a lifetime of teasing, mockery, and bullying. They just decided to try harder; to help Donny feel a bit more ” normal”.
He had selective mutism. There’s situations when he simply can not speak, though (without awareness of his condition) it could bring serious consequences.
Now, aged five years, Donny has adapted to his new normal. He has a few buddies, goes fishing and hiking, creates art from Arizona’s famous red dirt. His most favorite pastime is exploring. There’s many overgrown areas of the west that history left behind. Covina, his best friend, would read to him, the old books and newspapers they’d find in the dilapidated saloon.
On a particular windy and overcast Thursday, the boys were trucking down the dusty path, as they did every day. They were discussing the idea of dissecting a frog, without omitting any possible disgusting detail. In the middle of a sentence, Covina heard a sudden, yet brief, shuffle in the brushes. It was to obvious to have been a small creature. On the other hand, there aren’t other humans around this part of the path either.
Curiosity won that brief moment; and the two boys changed course. Initially, the shuffle sounded as if in arms length. Had it been a creature, such could have effortlessly reached out and bit one of them. With no such luck; however, they searched and searched for what it is they heard. Nothing!
Suddenly, roughly forty yards to the west, they heard it again. The boys wasted no time scurrying to the left of their searched path and continued for three miles.
The stone path seemed to have appeared out of nowhere. It didn’t look familiar to either of the two; but, that didn’t matter. The path lead right up to an odd, unground, and shabby hobbit house.
Neither of the boys knew this place was here. They’ve never heard any adults talking about it either. Slowly and cautiously, Donny inched closer to the door. He had picked up the thickest stick nearby, and prepared himself for war. There, six inches from the stone wall laid something deep brown and medium in size. He couldn’t tell what it was, so he reached down to pick it up.
Covina slowly made his way over to Donny and stared.
“ How peculiar!” He voiced, starling Donny.
Donny’s facial expression was in agreement.
They walked over to the stone wall and sat. Opening the front cover, they saw a ticket. Train Ticket $7, Destination Unknown it read.
Covina turned the page,
” The train pulled into the station promptly at 7:07 pm…”
He clumped a small section of pages together and flipped to page 24.
” The train pulled into the station promptly at 7:07 pm…”
Again on page 36, 49, 73, and 104. The stories began the same but always ended differently from the journey before. The rest of the night, the two boys sat deep in the seclusion, reliving the tales recorded in this book.
“Maybe we should find this train station????” Covina asked Donavon.
Donny had that look in his eye and said, ” Vamos!”
” One important note to remember is thatyour emotions are not facts. Your emotions are entirely valid- meaning that they are neverrightorwrong. But, they are not always based on realistic or rational thoughts. ”
This is a series that’s been created by Ms Beckie from Beckie’s Mental Mess.
Here’s where you can find the instructions to WEEK 8.
Here’s where you can find the instructions to WEEK 9.
I’ve been sick all week, and busy with life, that I haven’t been able to write on this lately. I thought I’d mesh these two together. (Beckie, hope that’s ok!).
Having lived with mild to severe anxiety and depression since 2001, I’ve had many victories of overcoming it. The greatest has most defiantly been overcoming suicidal tendencies, in 2005. The nightmare began four years prior, and I wasn’t ready for what I was about to endure. The hush hush of my family secrets tore my nights apart and stole much more than my peace of mind. My bedroom was the third, the top floor, of the house. It was a tall house, with a big backyard, hillside and lots of places to “hide”, if I wanted to pass in peace.
I spent most of my high school days proving myself worthy of my parents trust and respect, again (bullshit!). Most teenagers were sneaking out windows and illegally drinking with friends. Others my age were having sex and getting pregnant. That which my parents faced with me, was trivial in comparison. Furthermore, the issue at hand (as ridiculous as they are), couldn’t have been even more pathetic.
The last night I was in that house, my parents attempted to put their finger down one last time. To be honest, rightfully so, because, at that point in time, I straight up had no fucks left to give. I lied right to their faces. I did what I wanted. I rebelled like a professional. They tried to counteract that with more strict rules, and I was officially done.
I told my sister I was going to kill myself IF I didn’t leave. My intention was to take a steak knife ( I was on a rotating shift with dishes! I knew exactly which one i was going to use.) and use it. The harm wouldn’t have stopped with me, either. I knew my veins were screaming with adrenaline of destruction.
So I chose life…. and I gave that slogan a whole new meaning… It became my first and biggest victory.
Photo #1 for Week 8 is is a beautiful scene, with some greenery, in rain and sunlight.
This photo reminds me of the damper of anxiety and depression. It has moments of great heaviness, cold, gloom, downpour. It’s irritating when you’re caught in it, unexpectedly, without coverage. Soaked through and through, there’s no shelter, no place to think.. The anxiety is ruthless and relentless. The sunshine signifies the victory. It’s a break in the insanity of the endless grey and darkness. The sunshine is another resource that plants NEED, in order for nature’s complete balance. It’s not surprising that humans, also, need that break in the clouds. It’s our moments to regroup and breathe again!
WEEK 9 IS ALL ABOUT MY FIRST AND TRUEST LOVE: MUUSSIIICCCCCC!!!!!
Music is my therapy every single time. It’s quite honestly what saved my life in the days I spoke of, above. I didn’t have antidepressants to help sort out my toxic potion of feelings. I didn’t have parents that cared enough to even KNOW they existed. It wasn’t until some time after my departure that my sister handed my parents my diaries and told them to read them. It was then, when the scares were so fuckin deep that nothing of this world felt capable of healing them, that these people realized my severity and ugly demons.
These two particular songs speak volumes to me.
Though they’re somber and nostalgic, they speak about the hardships that are very real to me… and to our society. They speak about truth that it’s sometimes very dark and challenging. They speak of challenging moments that I’ve encountered and remind me of my resilience.
There’s ALWAYS a reason to fight. Keep searching for it my loves!!! IF you need one, I’ll be right here.
You can find all the details to his thought provoking post HERE🙂
His question: What are the 3 biggest challenges in your country right now? If you’re not Up-to-date on the news, you can respond on a personal level.
I don’t follow the news much; however, one doesn’t need to in order to see big issues in my country.
#1. Racism has been and forever will be the biggest challenge. Sadly, it’s the easiest one to fix. No motherfucker is better than the next. We all are immortal and we all hurt. One day we all are going to die. The ones who are remembered choose to live life with intention and a long term purpose.
#2. Gun violence, unfortunately, has crept it’s way up under the wing of issue 1. I don’t understand why the world feels shooting is going to solve problems. It’s everywhere though. Just last week, right outside a local public library, here in Cleveland, a man shot another man over some weed. The victim didn’t survive. He was 19.
#3. Poverty is the third biggest issue. Again, I’m starting to believe this is a global issue, but I don’t understand why. There’s more empty houses in the United States than there are homeless individuals??!!! It makes no sense. There’s been reports in the last few years where laws and restrictions have been placed about what can be done with outdated food or overstock.
It seems that alittle more love and kindness can solve all kinds of problems… Or maybe I’m just nieve.
“Cultivate the habit of being grateful for every good thing that comes to you, and to give thanks continuously. And because all things have contributed to your advancement, you should include all things in your gratitude.”― Ralph Waldo Emerson