Interestingly enough, when I find myself with time, I always come back to writing and art. Both of these activities are really at the core of how I organize my mind and express my thoughts and emotions. My writing, in particular, is an expansion of the plans I have in life. Typing out where I’ve… Continue reading A Call to Action
Cornered into choices, Decisions not your own. Fighting through the memories, Reacting to the bone. Sleeplessness, feeling out of control. Fighting for your place. Knowing your strength, Your willingness, The promises you make. Who controls the script? The observations placed on you? A strength is there, but overthrown, By those holding power over you. Fight… Continue reading Cornered
Pick up your pen and write with me Of powers misunderstood. The willingness inside of you To focus on the good. Fly away, sweet chickadee Away from dark despair. Your beauty lies inside of you Not for sale or fair. Robust your mind Through space and time, No label you shall bare. Unique and true… Continue reading Fly Away
Are you living your best life? I think that is a question we ask ourselves often. I find that I’m always looking at how things could be better. It would be better if I didn’t have to do this, or if I could do that. I’d like to live there instead of here. Maybe if… Continue reading A Quiet Mind
“Does constantly talking about what happened to you take a toll?” he asked. We had just finished up a lengthy conversation and he had just shared his story with the world. I wanted to laugh and cry simultaneously. Not a humorous laugh, but a nervous one. Not tears of sadness, but of knowing. What a… Continue reading The Toll
There is always a beginning point. That place between feeling utterly lost and taking the first steps to happiness. A kind word, a reminder, or losing yourself in emotion that leaves you feeling cornered and defensive. This place is a weird place to be. It is where you first start to see the light at… Continue reading The Tunnel
Don’t tell me what to do, how to feel, or how to act. Don’t tell me I’m too sensitive, overreacting, or expecting too much. Don’t demand that I look at you or listen to you, and don’t presume to know me. Don’t claim to know how my world works or judge me for my stance.… Continue reading Just don’t…
It wasn’t long before I quit my job that people started to comment on my demeanor. “She’s gone full hippy, hasn’t she?” one co-worker said to another with a chuckle. “Good for her, she’s following her dreams. I wish I could just leave,” said another. I’m reminded of this as I struggle to wrap my… Continue reading The Rules
A belated Happy New Year to you all. I don’t know about you, but I’m ready for a fresh start. 2017 was a difficult year for me and, from what I can tell, for a lot of people. But we are in a new year, and I want to issue a challenge. Let’s be kind… Continue reading A New Approach for 2018 – Kindness
It seems to be at thing now, that I start my posts saying “it’s been awhile since I last wrote.” Well, it has been a while. It is also a thing that I feel most compelled to write when I feel lousy. Coincidence? I don’t think so. Writing helps me sort through the tirade of… Continue reading Tired and Torn
Forget Me Not Advocacy Group 