healing
How to heal fully and properly.
Miracles for All
The intense urge to jump out of my own skin pulsed deep in my veins every waking minute. This pulsating urge kept my body moving as if I was walking over hot coals because being still was too painful. Nausea coursed through my gut and the volcano erupted hundreds of times a day completely unannounced. Food was repulsive. Stillness was unthinkable. About five months into it, I quickly bopped into the library to return an audiobook on chakras that I had checked out in attempt to learn how to manage my suffering. The book subject sparked a conversation about energy with the librarian. She mentioned she practiced energy healing, upon which I immediately asked, “How do I make an appointment?” She hadn’t practiced in a while, but after obvious desperation and insistence on my part, Claudia, the librarian energy healer lady agreed to see me. As I left, she told me, “The baby girl is active and healthy.” Huh? I hadn’t told her the sex of my baby. She must be the real deal, I thought.
By Heather Lopez5 years ago in Motivation
D.I.Y. Project of Love
I grabbed those scissors and cut the cord. Every single one of them. Friends, co-workers and yes, some family. I was done living a life that was never mine. Granted it served me well. I have no regrets, so at fifty years old, I finally woke up. My soul was re-born, I was alive.
By Scorpio Rising5 years ago in Motivation
Built to Be Broken
I watched in shocked horror as a crowd of kids tore into my papier-mâché masterpiece. The crowd chanted as each blindfolded child walked up to swing frantically at the brilliantly colored piñata. Everyone cheered as my creation swung across the room and was smashed until candy spilled to the eager, grabbing hands of the partygoers. Even after the event was over, they playfully tossed and ripped the mangled pieces of frayed paper well into the evening.
By Hayden Davis5 years ago in Motivation
The Creative Hurricane
You will have to excuse me if my writing is as messy as my desk. I have never taken Writing 101. I know nothing of verbs, nouns, adjectives, past or present tense, first or third person, punctuation, sentence or paragraph structure, where to use a colon: or semi-colon, character development or even spelling. I am cloudy about the differences between simile and metaphor, biography and fiction, prose and poetry. I have been writing and singing my own songs since I was fourteen. I didn’t attend Berklee or Juilliard, never participated in a weekend songwriting workshop with the pros, studied theory or even played the piano. All my creative impulses have arrived exactly the same way: random, unexpected and as a complete surprise.
By Paul Ruszel5 years ago in Motivation
Imperfection + Perfection=Love
Professor Catherine Milton was the youngest person and female to win the Nobel prize in Physics and Chemistry. Teaching at the only College that was willing to take an 11-year-old Science major, she knew she had to give back. Her father would often say, “take with your right hand and give back with your left hand. That will keep the wind blowing.”
By Annelise Lords 5 years ago in Motivation
My Sensitivity
My fashion design career began at 8 years old when my mom gifted my a starter sewing machine for Christmas. The simplified model was perfect for a young newby; smaller in size than a traditional sewing machine, and white with hot pink buttons. Eager to use it, I looked through our collection of spare fabrics. I was drawn to a neon pink, orange and green striped jersey knit. I told my mom I wanted to make it into a tank top. Throughout the weekend, she taught me how to take measurments and draft a simple pattern. With my tank top pieces cut and pinned and the machine threaded, I sat down excitedly for what was to come. I put my foot tothe peddle and suddenly the fabric was eaten by the machine, snatched from my hands. My mom came over to redirect me and I tried again. This time I was able to keep a grip but the stitch was wonky. This is to be expected of a first-timer, who's also 8 years old. But I had had enough. I was overwhelemed by the speed of the machine and discouraged by my imperfect stitching. At the time, I had no concept of "practice makes progress", so that tank top was tossed into a bin and forgotten about. The sewing machine was eventually moved to the guest room closet until my mom gave it away after years of collecting dust. I wouldn't touch a sewing machine again for another eleven years.
By Pamela Barthelemy5 years ago in Motivation
Create Life
This past October, in the midst of Covid-19, my healthy, fit, handsome husband - the love of my life - was diagnosed with a brain tumor. It turned out to be glioblastoma (GBM). This is the same diagnosis that was faced by Beau Biden, Ted Kennedy, John McCain, Tug Mc Graw and sadly, many others - both unknown and known - such as the late George Gershwin who passed in 1938 at only 38 years old due to GBM.
By Roxanne Black5 years ago in Motivation
It's not all about me
It was hard sitting in the examination room at our local clinic and hearing the words, " Mr. McFarland, your x-ray shows you have a spot on your lung. I don't want either of you to worry," the nurse practicioner quickly added. "This doesn't mean it's terminal, it's still small, and there is no sign it has traveled to other parts of the body. It does mean you need to take this referral to a nearby doctor who can do further testing. However, its important you do it as soon as possible."
By Peggy McFarland5 years ago in Motivation
Crafting My Way To Wellness
Hello, my name is Yvette Roberts-Muhammad, and I am a survivor of life's challenges. My life growing up was a series of challenges, but I learned to make the challenges my steppingstones to growth and development, even though I did not realize it at the time. At the age of 10 I experienced a very traumatic family event that left me terrified, full of anxiety and uncertain about life, love, and family. I went through many years of emotional and mental struggle trying to make sense of it all. At times, I could not sleep, eat, or even breathe. My downward spiral lasted for five years which, to me, felt like an eternity. It felt like I was literally dying inside until one day I found an outlet that allowed me to slowly re-emerge back into life. I began crafting, which allowed me to escape from the constant barrage of thoughts and visual images of the event. It allowed me to feel comforted, safe, and whole again. It also allowed me to forgive myself for what I thought was my fault. Though it was not really my fault, when traumatic events happen, it can make you think that had you done something different, the outcome might have been different. My outlet was expressing my creativity through writing and crafting. I found that as I began writing or crafting, I would feel a tidal wave of emotions come over me, build to a crescendo and then release into a sea of calm. Everything from deep sadness to fear and anxiety would flow through me and be released with every word I wrote. Afterwards, I would feel free and light. I felt the weight of a thousand years being lifted off my mental and physical bodies. Writing led me to inspirational words that lifted my spirit. I immediately knew they would help others as well, so I began incorporating them into my crafting projects. I felt such a sense of fulfillment and accomplishment. It also gave me an opportunity to take a "time out" from all the pressing thoughts and visual images of the traumatic event I had experienced. Soon, the thoughts and visual replays started to have less and less airtime in my mind. I was able to sleep better, eat regularly and breathe with ease. I felt I was moving into a whole new life, a whole new me!
By Ymuham885 years ago in Motivation
Therapeutic Creativity
Many would agree that the year 2020 was most likely one of the most challenging times in their life however it was 2018 and 2019 that challenged my mind, heart and health. If we jump back to that period things looked much differently. I was a successful up-and-coming fashion designer, I had a partner of seven years, close friendships and a dog. Perfect, right? I thought so too - that is until everything I knew and had been planning for my future was gone. In what could only be described as a blindsided punch to the stomach, my partner had met someone else and our life together was over, my friend group split and my partner decided he no longer wanted us to share our dog and refused for me to see her again. I felt like I had lost everything and my life, or what I knew of it, was in a pile of rubble but I had no idea how to pick up the pieces. The period after opened my eyes to who I really was, and what I wanted.
By Matthew Gallagher5 years ago in Motivation
I changed my pain into hope
It was 2017 in sunny California. 3 years after I lost my mother to Ovarian Cancer. 1 year after leaving the home I shared with an ex and having no where to go. 6 months after quitting my office job at HRAI where I worked with heating and airconditioning contractors and tried to avoid water cooler conversations. I put what little belongings I had in storage and I went to California to visit my aunt and try to recollect myself after what seemed like fighting a mental battlefeild.
By Melissa Karimzadeh5 years ago in Motivation
