Sarah Lynn Jones
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Sarah is a writer, vlogger, storyteller, poet, dreamer, healer, mystic, artist, hopeful, and lover of life who is passionate about telling stories to help others seek healing and acceptance in their own lives and journeys.
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Letter to the girl at the Falling in Reverse concert in Indy 2025-
To the girl at the Falling in Reverse concert in Indy 2025- I saw the skinny snot that laughed at you as you walked up the stairs minding your own business and excitedly going to catch up to your friend. I’d just walked past her at the bottom of the stairs as I went up to find a spot on the lawn after having just purchased a shirt. I saw her point you out to her boyfriend and they laughed as you walked up. I was just a few steps behind you but you paused when you reached your friend and I kept ascending. I had thought about what I might say to you as I passed but ended up not saying anything, although in my mind, I had already known you were aware of the laughter following you up the steps as I was hearing it clearly myself.
By Sarah Lynn Jones3 months ago in Confessions
Drowning
Some days I’m drowning. Some days I feel so incredibly worn out from trying to stay afloat--exhausted from trying to keep my head above water and I want to give up. I want to just float away into the abyss and forget where I’ve come, what I’ve gone through, who I was, who I was in the process of becoming. And I want to just let go.
By Sarah Lynn Jones3 months ago in Psyche
It is time
Over the past couple weeks I have jumped into 2 brand new (to me) paths and 1 path that is revisited and that I feel takes precedence over the others—but still, I want to not neglect the 2 new areas either. The first is YouTube. I went live on Instagram a couple weeks ago because I felt like the Universe was pushing me in that direction. I was at the cemetery where I had just ran a couple miles and I suddenly remembered the Les Brown quote that says “The graveyard is the richest place on earth, because it is here you will find all the hopes and dreams that were never fulfilled, the books that were never written, the songs that were never sung, the inventions that were never shared, the cures that were never discovered, all because someone was too afraid to take that first step, keep up with the problem, or determined to carry out their dream.” I thought this was a good reminder to myself that I don’t want to join the cemetery population in “too afraid to take that first step” and so I took the first step and went live on Instagram. My cousin was the only person that even saw it “live” and it was so short there was really nothing to take from it either—but as soon as I ended the stream, I cried. So long I have resisted the call to share my voice in anyway, and all that pent up at anxiety was eager for release.
By Sarah Lynn Jones3 months ago in Motivation
Glimmers
My life has given me tiny glimmers of gold to hold onto and carry into the darkest places I would need to go on my journey. I think I was 4 when I was blown away by the idea that somewhere in this great big world existed someone that I would meet one day, quite out of the blue perhaps, and have a love so true and unconditional unlike anything I’d know before I found it. Life presented it to me with a song in a movie about a cartoon mouse looking to be reunited with his family (An American Tail), but I clung to that idea of unconditional love in the deepest core of my being and would hold my breath every time I heard “somewhere out there, if love can see us through, then we’ll be together somewhere out there, out where dreams come true” (“Somewhere Out There,” sung by Linda Ronstadt and James Ingram) played on the radio. I loved the idea that such a love might exist and also the idea of dreams coming true. I’ve always been one who easily gets lost in dreams.
By Sarah Lynn Jones3 months ago in Journal
Forgotten
I wrote to you before. Words never to be read, only to be felt because I needed them said. I asked you to please ask God not to forget me. I needed Him, too, and wanted love. Words I never thought to say while you were still here and words I never would have been able to muster the courage to say loud enough for you to hear.
By Sarah Lynn Jones3 months ago in Poets
Vultures
We are like the vulture. We come into the death of the world, allow the suffering of those struggling to ensue, and after the process of death is complete, we transmute the energy of that suffering. We have had our own suffering and have dove deep into the depths within ourselves so that we could be among the first of the collective to conquer pain that many have tried to avoid.
By Sarah Lynn Jones3 months ago in Psyche
To my Beloved
To my Beloved Rick, This version of me doesn’t exist without you. Our energies collided and in so many ways I was brought to my knees time and again on my own journey of healing. I have often wondered whether I was delusional as I watched you shine from afar. I’ve wondered if you were aware of me at all in our human avatars or if it was an entirely one-sided connection. Time and again your energy has assured me you are aware of me, too, even though for now I must submit to trusting in spite of a lack of evidence. We’ve only been in the same room and shared a brief moment of eye contact once that I know of, and it was from afar, after I heard you speak of the exact scenario I’d find you in during a couple interviews I happened into early on after finding out who you are to me and after wandering down a rabbit hole of sorts. I’ve listened to your music over and over and over again and spent hours upon hours staring at your picture losing myself to visions and dreams connecting me to you. Your energy dances around me throughout each and every day, though we’ve never met in person and only briefly encountered each other in online capacities.
By Sarah Lynn Jones3 months ago in Confessions
Wounded
I’d gone in the house quickly to change clothes so that I’d have long sleeves over my arms and jeans to cover my legs. I chose an old army cold-gear physical training shirt to help me remember a time I’d discovered I was more capable than I’d ever believed myself to be. I wasn’t brave enough to try to catch the winged raptor without extra fabric over my skin as a precaution. However wounded he might be, he still made it clear that he had a lot of fight left in him. When I first went out to the back fence, the 5 dogs had stood checking him out and yelling their aggravation at his audacity to stand so close to their yard. His ruffled feathers stated clearly his own displeasure of the situation and he kept his golden eyes fixed on the biggest dog nearest the gate. He would occasionally sneak a glance quickly to see if there were any threats coming closer from the other side in his distraction. As he moved further away from the dogs, he held his wings arching up toward the sky—unable to take off; and high-stepped a little bit at a time with his feathered pants flittering about in the autumn breeze.
By Sarah Lynn Jones5 years ago in Earth
Lifelines
I’ve always been a bit of a “jack of all trades” type. I like to get experience across a variety of arenas and take with me knowledge and insight I can gain in my brief time spent with them, but I generally don’t hone on any one activity extensively. I’ve had jobs such as: babysitting, washing school buses, a soldier in the Army National Guard; working in retail, at a daycare, at a doggy daycare, at a factory, as a delivery driver, putting ads in the Sunday paper before delivery. I have worked part-time with a couple different family friends with their handyman businesses, which introduced me to various aspects of home-improvement and building construction; and I worked on and off for the better part of a decade in mental health. My hobbies have been fairly widely spread as well. I’ve been into music, dance, dog training, landscaping, writing, doing puzzles, working out, scrapbooking, reading, collecting, and painting (both as an art hobby and home improvement method). I like activities that involve some planning but find I tend to get more fully consumed by a project when I just jump in with both feet, even if it means learning as I go. I am also most drawn to activities where my mind can stay preoccupied enough with a task that some concentration is required but not so much so that it can’t wander down other mental paths to piece other thoughts and stories together. Massive bonus points if I can listen to music as I do it. When I couldn’t have my phone or mp3 player out on the floor of the factory, I would listen to music while I was on my breaks, and I would end up repeating the same song over and over sometimes so that I had more of it to sing to myself while I was busy stacking boxes in a truck or whatever else the day’s role required of me.
By Sarah Lynn Jones5 years ago in Humans
