Roxane Carey
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This is me;
Before you read this, I would like to let you know it is a journal entry of mine. I have removed a few things as to not traumatize people who may be in abusive relationships. You may also think "why is this a candid story of who she is?" Well, I will tell you at the end of this very remarkably true journal entry to my significant other.
By Roxane Carey4 years ago in Humans
Addiction and Mental Illness
It must be warned before absorbing this article, if you or someone you know have/has experience(d) addiction, mental illness or trauma and are suffering as a result, please do not hesitate seeking professional help. I will include a few numbers of agencies that can be contacted in the event of non-life-threatening emergencies. If the emergency is life threatening dial 9-1-1 or go to your nearest hospital immediately.
By Roxane Carey4 years ago in Psyche
Angel
I do not know where to start. I literally have put up a wall. I get 99% done of which ever task I have tried to do done than the down-talking or self-sabotage starts. That voice in the back of my head starts repeating beliefs I have held on to since a child. Things I had never fully understood. Things like: You will never succeed. Should I write about this? Does this even make sense? Do people want to hear about this? It’s important to me that no one suffers any longer. Why do you want to help these people? It is important to me that no one is in pain, that no one brings their pain with them for over 30 years, as so many have. You're fighting for a cause that will be ongoing. There will always be abuse, so what is the point? This is my life purpose. I will show everyone whom wants to listen that we can be liberated of our old ways of thinking. One day sexual, mental, verbal, physical abuse will be abolished. All the sufferers will learn how to allow feelings and emotions to pass through us and not take hold and control us.
By Roxane Carey5 years ago in Humans
Boundless Connections:
She stood waiting for the taxi outside the restaurant. The black canopy had tiny lights that resembled the night sky. Lightning hit the top of the building, creating flashes of red light to reflect off the windows. Brilliant flashes in the sky directly above her pulsed irregular. The wind blew leaves and flower petals from the fully bloomed Hibiscus trees. Through the street pink, orange and green debris could be seen gathering in doorways and against cars. Forcefull gusts of wind ripped branches from trees and plants surrounding the funky restaurant. Light pulsed behind grey clouds illuminating them a deep red. Thunder rattled the windows. Community art pieces surrounding the restaurant shook, violently. For the moment it had stopped raining. Lightning continued. This time striking the building next to the newest social cafe. The cafe lights abruptly went out. The woman turned her head quickly when the bus boy dropped the dish bin he had just collected. If it had not been for all the candles on the tables it would have been pitch black inside. Sighs of relief could be heard as the lights flickered on. The smell of Beef Brisket reminded the young woman of her grandmother's recipe. The aroma could be smelt for blocks. Moisture from the rain filled her nose forming droplets of water on her skin.
By Roxane Carey5 years ago in Humans
