Feeling With Purpose
“What were you thinking !? I was shaking as I closed the gap between me and the safety of the sidewalk.”
“What were you thinking !? I was shaking as I closed the gap between me and the safety of the sidewalk.”
Date night meant my parents made eyes at each other all throughout supper….
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
When the body breaks
… does our humanity become a cage?
Revenge Vibrating breast swells spread feathers Like fingers reaching Delicate Porcelain bones aFrame –Light as a feather Flutter a rainbow A caged glimmer Fluff A plumage of Velvet clouds shimmer Through wire…
A Poem about flying
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.
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.
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.
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.