The sun peaks in the afternoon;
Kissing your skin with its rays,
Wrapping its loving warmth around you.
The perfect song plays just when you need it;
Unleashing your passionate inner rock star,
Strumming your air guitar like it’s the real thing.
The problems of yesterday slowly melt away;
Allowing this moment to be that moment,
That feeling when…life is as it should be.
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The rise &fall refreshes.
With each passing moment,
The spring air warms;
Each note, each beat of th drum-
The instrument within her chest-
Causes the panic to subside.
For what seems like-
The first time in ages-
Her lungs fill with hope.
Exhaling the negative,
She baskes in the her contentment.
Though the future is uncertain,
In this moment, she is,
&this moment is everything.
Sorry, I missed your update March 1st- but BOY, do I have an update for you- but don’t worry I’ll KISS it. (Keep It Short &Simple) 😅
I missed March’s update bc I traveled across Canada, I: moved from Alberta to Ontario, got a job in Sales &took control of my life.
What prompted the move? ☺️ I’m touched that you asked. 😜
I needed a change- I was tired of being afraid. My living/work situation in Jasper took a toll on my mind; it created a vortex that worsened my depression & overall mental health. I’d encountered a bully (at the age of 26, heh, go figure 🙄) who created an environment where I was afraid to leave my apartment. Where I worked, you get the lovely pleasure of living with the people you work with (smashing great idea 😒). So I left; I wasn’t happy with my job, nor the neglectful way they treated us- &as for the bully? Well… Bye Felicia. ✈️
Now? I’m happy, I’m making new friends &I’m taking control of my life.
Ever wish there was something you could do over?
My life. Maybe I could find out why I’m not like everyone else.
This defective body of mine; wasn’t meant to survive but I’m still trucking along.
A premie’s reflection
January was a roller coaster, I: ended my relationship, admitted myself to a hospital, was diagnosed &began a DBT workbook with my therapist. Hitting bottom was awful but now I’m rising- as if in a hot air balloon during a storm- &change is just inches away.
I’m moving across the country at the end of the month &starting from scratch. I am fortunate that my parents still have my old room, giving me a chance to take my recovery at my own pace. I fell apart in AB, but I’ll rebuild in ON. (Mandatory hashtag, #InRepair).
Ps. Also the title of a great Our Lady Peace song.
I’m starting something new- my blog, my rules- introducing Monthly Mash, a reflection of my progress. ;P
FI: Vladimir Kush
Though you would
No uttered sound of
Crammed down my
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The monotonous drum of life,
Beating the soul-
Prolonging the pain.
March to the rhythm
Of the agony in my heart.
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Speak volumes: Story.
Your life: surviving yourself.
Open wound; an open heart.
Part 3 of 3 : Conclusion
Header : Alexandria Lomuntad