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I just want to share some positivity with you, take care Lovables!
“Just a reminder in case your mind is playing tricks on you today: You matter. You’re important. You’re loved. And your presence on this earth makes a difference
whether you see it or not.”
“Describe Yourself in 1 Word…” It’s a lot harder than you think.
- Markedly, unusual or abnormal.
(I annexed this one.)
- Subject to erratic behavior or unpredictable change.
(Sounds like BPD, doesn’t it?)
- Tending to act in strange or unusual ways, Strange or Unusual, Not Following a Perfectly Circular Path. (Sums up my personality- not my symptoms).
FI: Brooke Shaden
Ever wish there was something you could do over?
My life. Maybe I could find out why I’m not like everyone else.
I’m adrift amongst the stars.
Though I’m fragile &so small.
I need your help to grow up strong.
Began my life fighting… who would’ve known it would set the stage for my life.
This defective body of mine; wasn’t meant to survive but I’m still trucking along.
A premie’s reflection
I’m conscious- but something’s wrong; I don’t know where I am…
The cold air unleashed a battalion of goosebumps upon my skin, rousing me from my sleep. The ground is hard, I thought- it feels like concrete against my ear. Gradually allowing my mind to process, I sit up, realizing it’s dark- too dark &quiet; no visible windows, no distinguishing sounds.
Suddenly I’m overwhelmed by panic, I’m starting to feel exposed, like, someone’s in here. It was then something overtook me… not quite a feeling, more a tangible entity, like a hand on my shoulder. It’s touching me- hugging me, I’m saved. For a moment I allow my eyes to close, basking in this feeling of protection.
Temporary, like the pain I’ve felt time &time again- the moment of relief returns to terror. Let go, let go, I thought, as it bonded with me. I screamed. I shook. I fought until my energy was spent.
I gave in.
It was then, it chose to reveal itself. Then as my body slumped, as I accepted my fate; did it reveal its face.
It was me: distorted, misshapen; broken.
Dreams are mysterious things. What do you think it means? #00Dreamer
FI: Roberto Kusterle
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
Remember still the days
Where nature’s glory
Held our minds?
We ran like busy bees
A swarm of smiling faces.
Your itching curiosity
Enticed you to explore.
We hid our friends in memories,
Seeking freedom of our own.
We longed to grow up
Not knowing one day soon,
We missed the days:
With scrapped up knees
I’ve been playing around with writing prompts, trying to improve my writing skills &I would love your feedback. Thanks for reading.
FI: Clickin Moms Blog