healing
How to heal fully and properly.
Do you swear to tell the truth and nothing but the truth?
I promise you, I am not who you think I am. I am not that girl you see. I'm not a box, there's more than four sides to me. I am not THAT happy nor am I THAT sad. Well, I'm not anymore. I can assure you, I am not trying to make you believe me. I am just trying to make you understand, make you see the real me. My words have meaning yes but on paper, they're pure. I promise to tell you everything, I promise to tell the truth and nothing else and maybe then, you have no choice but to believe me. Ok. You ready?
By Yvonaé Dessus5 years ago in Motivation
Peaceful Jewels
I have been making jewellery for over 25 years, and over that time as I’ve experienced my own struggles with stress, anxiety and depression, it has become increasingly apparent how therapeutic different creative activities can be. The focus and attention needed, particularly for certain types of tasks within jewellery making, as well as the tactile, hands on nature of making something by hand gives a great way into the practice of mindfulness. This has been brought into further clarity to me by my students, who regularly report how much they love the classes because it gives them a time away from any problems in their general daily life.
By Penny Akester 5 years ago in Motivation
The Odyssey of Old Dying Joe
For the better part of the twenty-three eventful, and at times, tumultuous years I’ve spent living, I was a rover—adrift with misgivings preventing me from plumbing deeper to reach my purpose. When I was young, the unity within my family unit had faltered: The fond foundation I had been founded, reared, and raised upon abruptly fell apart beneath my feet. The sanctity of my parent’s marriage was compromised; Dad had departed; the once-happy household I’d known turned cold: Fractures and fissures ruptured up and down the steps of that old raised ranch—the remainder of us were left divided. Conversational clashes became commonplace. Bitterness billowed through the blue abode. What was shared was ambivalence. No one was equipped to handle the hardships; we all formed our own counterintuitive compensation mechanisms, which shifted the atmosphere and remolded the terrain. As an adolescent unaccompanied by a father figure, I determined I was the captain of my own ship despite my naivety in navigating troubled waters: I internalized it all—I bottled my emotions. There wasn’t much room for self-conviction with the collection of constrictions blinding and binding me from peering forward and beyond the adversity. For years, fulfillment seemed more like a fanciful figment—merely a mirage and nothing more. I felt lost at sea.
By Joseph Severo5 years ago in Motivation
Play Your Heart Away
My piano playing is the main thing I do. I get motivated even standing next to a player piano, I want to start a piano channel. Each week I will add more songs. I decided to add this this because one day I when I had a business in a old building something strange happened. One day when no one there I went into the storage area and it was very dusty. There was a lot of old old furniture. I looked around and in the back behind everything there was a very old piano. At that time, I did not have a piano at home. Each day after I finished my work I stuck in that back room and played that Piano. I even offered to buy the Piano, but the owner was not ready to sell. It was a dusty piano and it needed to be tuned. Why is Piano my passion? I truly believe I can play but some of my sibling seem to differ. But one day in that dusty storage area as I played, and heard someone from the distance. It was a little boy about 10 years old. It just kept applauding me. I accepted yes maybe I do have some talent. Children are the most honest judges. A few years ago, my sister gave a tea and I played. I felt all were surprised I could play as good as I played. But something clicked, my nieces like when I play. When they were babies, I would play quietly all night and they always love to hear me play. Now they are now all adults, and they still like to hear me play. I had them over and then they said say, “Please Auntie play for us”. I want to love my passion. I learned that people who want to see me happy are the ones who like to hear me play. Love the passion of piano playing, partially its love of the notes are they harmonize. I can sign also but my vocal is loud. My piano at one time got turned toward the wall, yes where I could not play. But why would one penalize the instrument that a musician love. Then I moved to another piano house. I said pretend you are blind and make your way around this place. The room I was rented before belonged to a blind woman. As I walked as if wearing a blind fold, I walked down to the piano room. Everyone was sleep, I started to play and the whole house came awake. The pianist is here she is playing our song. The last next sneak play I was out on my home homeless, staying in an Airbnb. I stayed the night with a friend, and she had trainer come in the morning. She had the most beautiful piano and while she was training, and her baby was sleep I played her beautiful piano. I was so upbuilt with the quality of the sound. I can motivate my members with sounds from different pianos and organs. While out and renting a room in the home where I pretended to be blind on many a night, I drank a full bottle of wine and played for many hour at a time The result I became a happy soul and generous soul. My heartbeat with every key stroke, the sounds permeated the air. One excursion was in Leimert Park Los Angeles. This coffee shop had a piano I said I must go play. I sat with a cup of coffee and start playing those keys. A pretty lady came and leaned over the Piano, she said wow Lady you can really play. My passion my love the keys and the sound of the Piano.
By Wanda B Henry5 years ago in Motivation
Together, We Make One
So I am 14 years old. I am a freshman in high school. My best male friend comes out to me. He likes a boy. He only likes boys. And he’s not ready to tell his family and friends. He’s nervous. He’s vulnerable. And he somehow knew that, with me, he was absolutely safe to be all of himself. With me, a difficult truth to share out loud was just a bit easier and met with kind. With me, anything and everything that is real and human is allowed no matter how hard it is to say. With me, the only hard part is saying it, doing it, being it, whatever it is, in a world that can be so narrow-minded while we cultivate a space of expansive self expression.
By Jamie Lee | STELLA BROWN5 years ago in Motivation
My Childhood Pain is My Passion
I wasn’t born hating myself. I remember, although having my quirks (I was making a cross-eyed face in my preschool group photo), I was a normal, happy little girl. Somewhere along the line, though, I began to feel shame. During what should have been my most joyous phase of life, my top priorities became self-criticism and obsessively attempting to fix my flaws. I suffered silently for decades before I realized that my life’s purpose was not to be at war with myself. It has since become my passion and my life mission to not only study why this happened to me, but to prevent it from happening to more children. I am working on writing a book on body image for adolescents and creating an inclusive, online community space for them. To reflect on the prompt, I believe I attract followers and supporters because I am willing to authentically share my story, even if it brings up painful memories; because I know that my own vulnerability could pass along courage and healing to someone else.
By Davina Faust5 years ago in Motivation
Learning to love me
it all began in 2019 I was eleven years into my marriage and from what I thought, I was happy. I was living everyday like my life was where it should be and things were going ok. My husband always had this “my way highway” attitude towards how the house was ran. I didn’t agree with him but I didn’t express my perspective for the sake of not arguing about it. In November I became really ill with a partial lung collapse and I was miserable for the most part. Doctors suggested I rest for a week, I said “I have three children, I don’t know what you’re talking about doc”. So I had to carry on my days with no help from my husband as he watched me take on my daily routine of getting the kids up and ready for school,making dinner , etc … So of course I was sad he didn’t lend a hand and allowed me to rest. I put my my emotions on the back burner and acted as if nothing was wrong. Then comes December that same year, all the kids came down with a very bad influenza virus and I was taking temperature and pushing fluids, Tylenol, Motrin you name it. It got to be more than I could handle so I said to my husband “ need to get the kids to the er ASAP” he wouldn’t give me the keys to the car, he actually cussed me out saying I was going to use all the gas up so we had to take an ambulance and he didn’t go with us. After the er visit he wouldn’t come get us either so I had to take my sick children to the medical van and we didn’t get home until 2am. Again, I put my emotions on the back burner. So that next year right before the pandemic comes I felt like something just wasn’t right, like I was empty inside. So I had an affair with a random guy I met online. I was so ashamed I went back and told my husband what I had done. He was so angry but he said he forgive me. No , boy was I wrong. Everyday after the affair happened he slowly punished me on a daily basis, he would take my phone, not allow me access to the car, wake me up in the middle of the night to fight, it was getting too violent and he did threaten to hurt me so I had to make the choice to leave. Looking back at the situation, I feel like I did the right thing because deep down inside, I was not happy as I thought I was. So it has been a year since my leaving and I fight with myself daily and I over analyze my feelings and I also tend to justify his lack of assistance as my husband and father to my children to him not knowing much about family. I have learned that we are human and we all make mistakes and it’s when we learn from them that makes us better people. Am I better?? I am actually, emotionally it can be challenging but each day I use positive affirmation to ensure to give myself the love that I do craved from this other individual. Let the take away be this; Someone who truly cares for you will always be there. Now that it has been a year since my life changing event, I use my time daily to ensure that I give an abundance of love to myself as well as my family because they deserve to be shown to what it means to be loved by someone unconditionally. I definitely understand that everything happens for a reason and we cannot control the way things in our lives change, but the one value that I take away from this experience is that we are in control of our own happiness and no one else is going to make us happy but ourselves.
By Jennifer Sanders5 years ago in Motivation
Reclaiming Power As A Woman
”What am I most passionate about?” The question is printed in my thin, neat handwriting at the top of my journal page, visible only by the firelight flickering from an array of candles that surround me. A raven feather gifted to me by the forest rests softly behind my left ear for inspiration. Smoke billows in tiny streams to my left, a combination of frankincense, palo santo, & sage. Ancient Egyptian music plays over my speakers as a woman vocalizes a haunting melody. I smell the essence of eucalyptus & mint, feeling the activation as my left & right brain hemispheres begin to interact more prominently through stimulation. I have just finished stretching & moving my body to get my creative juices flowing, & now I sip on some warm Peruvian cacao to open my heart space & connect me to the wisdom of the mountains.
By Eros 🐍🌙5 years ago in Motivation
Raw Autonomy
Our lives are inadvertently shaped by guardians, teachers, friends, relatives, and life experiences or so we think. We go about life feeling like we have to adhere to these unwritten guidelines of life. A life with social norms and undocumented rules in order to proceed and be accepted by the outside world. A mix of coworkers, peers, significant others, and family. We are taught to sit up straight, never correct someone in authority, work a 9-5, and be married before the grey hairs begin to take notice; the list goes on. We mindlessly go along for decades with the same structures but who are we to question? Who are we to challenge what has been so precisely laid out for us?
By Shereese N5 years ago in Motivation
