Nurturers and Healers

That's Part of Life

That’s Part of Life I’ve never been hurt like this before. I let too many toxic experiences linger in my mind for an unreasonably long time. The anger I feel never escaped, nor my feelings of regret for allowing certain things to happen. I’m weak today, and I don’t have the desire to even sit up in bed or roll over onto the floor to stand to brush my teeth. My taste buds are asleep because I haven’t eaten in a day. That’s just how I feel right now, very much dead but still alive, staring at the ceiling, counting chip paint, watching a spider crawl into his little hole above the window next to my bed. Usually, when my life isn’t right, and I’m not happy, I always know how to turn a somber moment back to something I can settle into peacefully. I'm thankful for the ocean. I’m under a spell every time I glimpse at the sea, feeling serene. Just watching the light from the sun bounce off the ocean waves reminds me as a child why I would sit in the sand and stare off into the city, captivated by the ocean’s majestic spirit. As my problems become subdued, my world is at peace with a snap of a finger.