Feeling With Purpose
“What were you thinking !? I was shaking as I closed the gap between me and the safety of the sidewalk.”
Tag: Growth
The Meaning of Motherhood
Date night meant my parents made eyes at each other all throughout supper….
Technicolor Petals
2019 to present in terms of global events was a dreary, rainy day that would never end. Technicolor Petals is a series about spring, about a world awash with color, bathed in peace, and filled with hope
Slaying Dragons
Let’s get real for a moment guys – this poem has an incredibly important message. When someone is experiencing untreated ptsd, depression, anxiety or any mental illness for a long period of time it can become your new norm. When these things are all you know you start to accept them and see them as a part of you. The behaviours that emerge from mental illnesses can seem like Character defects and failings instead of what they are, symptoms.
Don’t ever stop fighting for wellness.
It’s worth it.
Memories of Mali: Part 1
Poetry has healed me in so many ways. I am now embarking on a new journey with poetry, using it to capture my experiences and memories.
I would love to hear your feedback!
Seasonal Affective Disorder
With winter comes the winter blues, this year it caught me off guard. This year I am sober, and wiser, and I have so many skills and tools and so much support. This year SAD will not destroy everything I have worked so hard for.
Here is my poem and sketch about SAD.
Comforting Cards
White card on green base with four succulents in little white pots reading, “You have been planted.”
Eleven Months
Eleven months of sobriety came and went quietly. At 11 months I pause to remember the suffering, to allow it to sit. I remember then so I can appreciate even more, the now. So I can remember why I have to pursue mindfulness and healing now and always.
An Essential Existential Fact
“Love is what we are born with, fear is what we are taught here.”
– Marianne Williamson
Acceptance, We Meet Again
Some days acceptance is harder then others. I am prone to fighting and fretting instead of releasing and accepting – Its never to late to surrender again.
I write to remind,
myself and anyone else who needs to hear this today, too.