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In My Minds Eye
Well what does it mean..... Let me start by saying there is no easy way to explain this, in fact some things may not make sense to you at all, they barely make sense to me half the time. Bipolar is my condition, it has brought pain, strife, confusion, humour, heartache, adventure and joy from an optimistic stand point. Mental health is complex to say the least but even in sheer distress the wildest of adventures can play out, some good, some bad, some seriously horrendous but all together huge life lessons can be had. I am going to share my story in full at some point but first I thought I would throw out a teaser.... to reel you in of course, I have lead a very interesting life some days are boring like most average days but others............ Especially the ones from dark but humorous memories tell a story that one cannot deem real unless experienced from believing in prospects of being Married to Hollywood superstars, musicians etc (like I seriously thought Trey Songs was going to marry me in REAL LIFE....SERIOUSLY) "insert straight face emoji" .....To thinking I was a Ninja in a battle with every human in close contact while pregnant..... YES I DID SAY While Pregnant! There is a lot to tell so much that at some point in the near future I will be sharing all these stories in An OFFICIAL Autobiography...... untill then I will share snippets of my rollercoaster life to keep the creative juices flowing. My family tell me I am very dramatic (this is true) So don't be surprised with the mix and blend of fictional and non-fictional accounts from my effervescent imagination. (Gotta mix it up so you don't think I'm completely off my rocker)................For now please indulge, ask me questions, share your fantasical ideas so I can stay inspired and ME! I will share the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth....... As long as I am not triggered into a spiral of Depression....... I hope I can keep you ENTERTAINED...... Love n Kisses xoxo
By Careen Green5 years ago in Families
The Generous People
Let me tell you a story of the most generous and compassionate people ! This is a story spanning across two centuries and will include an extended family with such diversity in their bloodline that you just can’t help but understand why they are such a dysfunctional bunch ! Their lineage can be traced all the way back as far as history has been recorded and they have both royalty and peasantry, masters and slaves in their bloodline. They have been known to be worshippers of all sorts of deity’s and absolute non believers as well! They claim origins from every corner of the globe! These people are the epitome of “a bastard family” ! But, oh boy, are they generous and, my goodness, do they give !
By Eric Golliher5 years ago in Families
Domo Arigatou Bitcoin Boy
Charene was stuck in traffic and getting more irate by the minute. She'd had the usual over the top busy day at work and all she wanted to do was get home to her apartment, cook dinner and collapse on the couch with a glass of wine. She didn't know if her teenage son Ethan would be home - lately he stayed out more often than in and even though he was only 14 there was little she could do about it. Ethan's father was not on the scene, after leaving Charene earlier that year for "the Skinny Bitch" as Charene called her. And to make matters worth her beloved brother Eric had recently died of pancreatic cancer, which was a blow she was still reeling from. When Richard left her after 24 years it was a shock, but when Eric died it was a visceral blow that still at times left her gasping for breath with the pain of knowing she'd never see him again.
By Helen Smith5 years ago in Families
STILL STANDING
Chapter Two She Just Wanted to Be Loved She is a teenager now thirteen, she has gone from a happy little girl to a hurt and confused young girl and now a damage teenager. She thought after all that she had been through she would never forget this life even if she tried too. Although she is going through these changes her family was still close after her great-grandfather pass Poppa is what they called him, but this was only due to mother which is what they called her great-grandmother.
By Goddess By Nature5 years ago in Families
Jade The orchid
T oppled over in Pain, Jade cried for her mom, her mother did not know what to do for her. All she could do was console her and rub her back and stroke her hair gently to bring her some comfort. Jade had been sick for quit sometime with a rare type of cancer. it sliced through her body like knives day in and day out she was in pain, barely able to eat barely able to walk, and it pained her mother to see her like this.
By zaire baker5 years ago in Families
An Unexpected Gift
I sat staring at the list of monthly bills, wondering what more I could do. I needed another $300 to pay that last utility bill, and I didn’t know where I was going to get it. Not being a stranger to financial difficulties, I had become pretty adept at “stretching every dollar”. I knew a lot of tricks, like putting off one bill to pay a more urgent one, or waiting until the last possible minute to pay a bill before there would be consequences, such as a late charge or the power being shut off. But I had run out of tricks this time, and that $300 utility bill had to be paid.
By Martha Drapeau5 years ago in Families
DECEASED DAUGHTERS YORKIE
God, I hated this little dog from the moment my daughter said "THAT ONE DADDY" at the pound. Laughing to myself, I began thinking, now I have to sit for two hours signing paperwork for this little shit who's going to be barking at everything. You know the saying though, "what ever baby girl wants, she gets.”
By ShareefAllmanTV25 years ago in Families
The little black book in the mausoleum
Anna pulled into the McDonald's drive-through. The staff knew her by name and usually had her order waiting. One day I should surprise them, order something else, she thought. Oh who are you kidding, Anna, you're as likely to do that as stick up to your witch of a boss at work. If only she had made a similar impact on the staff at The Area News in Griffith. Sadly the staff at the newspaper she had recently become editor of neither respected or liked her. Anna blamed herself. She had made the mistake of coming in as the new boss with the aim of making friends. She also was of the belief that the editor was in charge of what was printed in the paper, not the office manager - Tracy - who had taken this on as her call.
By Monique Patterson5 years ago in Families
Celebrating Accomplishments
People in your life that you care about can have an incredible impact on the way you think of yourself. As a child, your self worth is determined by what your parents say to you, what they put into your mind. This becomes your way of thinking; positive or negative, their words are powerful. When I was growing up, I heard both positive and negative words. The words that formed how I viewed myself were from the people most important in my life at the time. These were my divorced parents. Many positive words of encouragement came from my mom; however, as a young child I called myself a “daddy’s girl” and overlooked my mom’s positive words. My father, on the other hand, fed my mind negativity and self doubt. I grew up as a child trying to please him by doing sports and getting good grades. I remember him being supportive of me playing baseball and coming to a few of my games. When I started following my own path and taking up passions I was interested in, he seemed disappointed. I would show him my drawings and he would be impressed, but at the same time would tell me I needed to do a school sport. It was past the point of encouragement. It was overlooking the talent I have and trying to get me to do something he wanted. It was hurtful for me, growing up believing he was not proud of me. Entering high school my grades began to slip slightly; from straight A’s to A’s and B’s. I believe this was caused by overworking myself and ignoring my mental health, which I noticed began to decline. My father began to comment on how I needed to get my grades up and B’s were not good enough. It got far enough to the point he was checking my A’s to see how low the percentage was. I would talk to my mom about the things my father was telling me. She reassured me I was doing amazing and to keep up my hard work, but my father’s words stuck to my brain like a leech, sucking out all the self appreciation and pride I had. I knew I had to get away from him when I realized what he was doing to my mental health. At sixteen, I stopped visiting my dad. It was clear to me that my mom and step dad had been there for me more than my father. Throughout high school I neglected the importance of my achievements because I felt I was not good enough. My junior year I made a painting that got into my town’s college art show. My mom and step dad were very proud of me, but I wasn’t proud of myself. I could hear my thoughts telling me my art wasn’t good enough to be in the show. That I wasn’t worthy of this achievement. I was worthy. I deserved to have my art seen by everyone and I still do. At the time, I couldn’t see the accomplishment. I spent the night after the art show crying and thinking about my peers' amazing art. I thought mine didn’t deserve to be shown with theirs. Looking back, I wish I could have overcome the negative thoughts planted into my head: then I could have enjoyed the feeling of being proud and celebrating. Now, I am starting to recognize my worth. My goal for this year, 2021, is to improve my self appreciation. Remembering my past accomplishments and realizing how far I’ve really come has helped. While also recognizing current achievements. I have accomplished so many things and have been through many hardships, which I believe have led me to be the person I was meant to be. I am proud of myself and who I am. I hope you are too.
By Brooke Gardner 5 years ago in Families
