I feel like sometimes I just need to keep pushing a little bit further and I’ll make it. I’m not sure what I’m trying to make it to and quite frankly, it doesn’t matter. The belief that I’ll make it there is enough to get me to the next moment, to take the next step,Continue reading “Poetry Series – Sometimes, Have I felt”
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Poetry Series – Confessions
I’m more than in the mood to sit down and give my demons names and faces. They’ve been around an awful lot lately – some people just seem to surface them. If your default reaction is to encourage someone to stay away from the people that pull their darkness to the surface, I encourage youContinue reading “Poetry Series – Confessions”
Poetry Series – Falling Back
I’m hoping that if I throw out into the void, often enough, that sometimes I just see things when I close my eyes, hear things amongst the quiet, feel things when I’m alone, know things before I’m told, maybe someone will say hey, me too. I was in the middle of another poem, trying toContinue reading “Poetry Series – Falling Back”
Poetry Series – Turning Corners
I haven’t seen my therapist in about 3 and a half months now. I’m not saying that as either good or bad, simply a fact. Some days I miss her terribly, is that weird? Does it get any less weird if I tell you it’s because after 6 years working with her I finally workedContinue reading “Poetry Series – Turning Corners”
Poetry Series – Decay
We say dramatic like it’s a bad thing. I believe that drama has its place, as does everything. Please don’t pull drama from outside of our current situation, our present state, in hopes of making things a bit more exciting. Tune in, become present, and lean into your own dramatic reaction. Sometimes drama is nothingContinue reading “Poetry Series – Decay”
Poetry Series – Observation
For a long time, I refused to be around anyone when I started to spiral. Maybe calling it a spiral sounds back but that’s likely because it’s associated with downward rather than revisiting. I’ve been spiraling for about 8 days now, upward and learning but spiraling nonetheless. I considered closing myself off from absolutely everyoneContinue reading “Poetry Series – Observation”
Poetry Series – Adult
The other day, I spent some time sitting in my dad’s truck talking to him about creating, art, and different projects we were working on. He was there so I could sell him a gift card because my only what’s for me approach to life means sometimes I’m piecing things together day by day asContinue reading “Poetry Series – Adult”
Poetry Series – Purge
I think the saddest part of our healing journey can often be seeing that while we felt everyone else was out to get us, we were really inflicting the most harm towards ourselves. I’m still working on forgiving myself for some of the pain I’ve endured as a result of my own hand but owningContinue reading “Poetry Series – Purge”
Poetry Series – No Competition
In the car on the way home from the zoo, I was talking to my son about the importance of following dreams and not letting fear of what people might think to hold us back from them. When he asked me what I wanted to be at his age, eight, I blanked. I don’t rememberContinue reading “Poetry Series – No Competition”
Poetry Series – Messenger Dove
Sometimes I feel like the closer I get to myself, the further I get from the world around me. The more I zero in on and appreciate the little things and the synchronicities in life, the more disconnected I feel from the humanness that I’ve been trying so desperately to hold on to in hopesContinue reading “Poetry Series – Messenger Dove”
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