healing
How to heal fully and properly.
The Emo Game
You walk along these streets that feel so familiar. What would look like people having a good time and being active, is actually a bunch of mindless zombies a slave to their phones without attention their peers. Social media and online entertainment has a way of grabbing you to their ecosystem. Sounds of guitars and soft melodies surround my ears as music play. Restless and reoccurring emotions rapidly break through the surface. You feel water drip down your face and you wonder why. You have seen this place before. These buildings with people who occupy them. You try to figure out the root of the problem, all that comes up are shame and unhappiness.
By The Kind Quill5 years ago in Motivation
Dear me, but first my mom
Dear myself, but first I want to thank my mom. Growing up I never took the time to realize how much my surroundings had changed from when I was little to when I was much older until now. When I got to the age I am now I looked back at my upbringing. To realize how much my mom had brought us so far. From living in our tiny two-bedroom old worn-down trailer in the country parts of Alabama. Where I had to share a room with my big brother. Always arguing about who was messing up the room, Hoping someday soon. I could have a room all to myself, where I can have it decorated the way I wanted to. I attended a school where they tried their best to teach us with old worn-out books, needing to be replaced, but couldn't. My mom had lived in this same country town, her whole life and her mother’s whole life, and so on. Our family had lived in this small town for hundreds of years. I even traced it back all the way to slavery, our family had stayed and settled in this small Alabama town. Living the same small-town life everyone else did. My mom was constantly harassed by her own aunt to “get off the land”. I would always walk in on my mom crying but I was too little to really understand what was going on. My mom didn’t have much guidance growing up, especially with two small children. She basically raised herself. My mom worked hard to save up and finally move away to somewhere better; for her and her children. She finally brought a house in a nice neighborhood in a city an hour away. Where good schools were located. I had finally got my own room and was able to decorate it the way I wanted to. The new school I attended had all new things and I was exposed to much better things that helped me later in life. She worked countless hours at Dollar General, making sure I got to school on time and was picked up on time. She went from working there to becoming a supervisor at a nice company. Giving me and my brother things she never had in life. Because she made those steps to get us to where she got us. The next steps I make in life will be much easier because of how far she has gotten us.
By Arneisha Manning 5 years ago in Motivation
Dear Baby Girl
March 23, 1987 Dear Baby Girl, Oh, if only I had magical powers that would allow you to see yourself through my eyes. If only I could show you what I see; all that you are right this very moment; all that went into your creation; all that you will become; all that has been endured and healed in the womb that created and birthed you — the women who have lived just for you to be. Here. Now.
By Jamie Lee | STELLA BROWN5 years ago in Motivation
Beautiful Sister
Dear Beautiful Black Sister, I see you and I hear you. Your silence speaks louder than any words you could mutter. You are valued. You are appreciated. You are worthy. You matter and your hard work and dedication has not gone unnoticed.. I am pinning this letter for you to let you know that you have been validated. Your feelings are valid and so are your concerns . I want to take this Women’s History month to recognize you for being authentically you.
By LaRhonda George5 years ago in Motivation
To My Younger Self
To my younger self, Hey beautiful it's me, well it's you just in the future. I wanted to write this letter to remind you just how strong you truly are. Right now, it should be 2012, and your probably 12 years old having the time of your life, stress free, and enjoying everything and everyone around you just like I know you are. I want you to remember your friends and family and remember your big bright smile whenever you're around them and keep that image in your head as you get older. I'm writing you today in the year 2021 to remind you that whatever you go through in life, you will be ok. Things are going to get really hard and confusing once you make it to eighth and ninth grade, and you won't really ever understand why certain things had to happen. You will be angry for a long time after ninth grade and start to make some bad choices in friends and relationships. I know you're probably thinking "what's going to happen?!" but I just can't tell you. Everything happens for a reason, and everything we went through made us who we are today. I can't have you running around changing the past ha-ha.
By Danielle Albright5 years ago in Motivation
How alone are we?
When you feel lonely, alone and depressed, it's easy to not focus on it. I could focus on the day-to-day routine of my life and not have to face the reality of all the things I was feeling. But then the pandemic last year hit and life as we knew it had changed. Nothing was the same from then on. The first lockdown didn't really affect me as much. I was off for a couple of months and went back feeling refreshed and like everything would be okay. The summer however was very tough, and I struggled through most of it. Like I usually do when I find myself in a depression I go into myself. I am a person that doesn't like to share a lot of things with people. So when I am struggling at it, it's hard for me to let anyone in to tell them. Then the second lockdown happened. Somehow it seemed more permanent to me. Being in Canada it is fairly cold in the winter, depending on where you live in this great country. Like many I dislike the cold and so it was the perfect storm of being isolated. As the lockdown continued I would find myself more and more isolated from the world. Days and weeks started blending into each other. It was so easy to lose track of what day of the week it was or what day of the month frankly. I found myself feeling like days and hours were just passing me by. I would very often think at the end of a day, 'what did I even do today'. There are 24 hours in a day, but to me, it could have been 2 hours as I would have gotten the same amount of stuff done.
By Talara Nolan5 years ago in Motivation
My Beginning
I am five years old. Dad lets out a sarcastic laugh; Mom’s speech speeds up. I can feel the hatred fill the room. After Mom and Dad separate, they say “If you pair up with the wrong person, they will bring out the worst in you.”
By Edna Guaman5 years ago in Motivation
An Open Letter to My Younger self
Dear Twenty-Six Year Old Georgie, I know that right now, you feel like the weakest woman on earth. You feel three inches tall and like you should throw yourself underneath the sole of the nearest passer-by's foot because you deserve the pain, and it's an accurate representation of your worth - the shit on someone's shoe.
By Sh*t Happens - Lost Girl Travel5 years ago in Motivation
Reflection
Dear Self, As I've watched you in the mirror all of these years I am awed by you. Your strength and resilience. Somehow, amongst the concrete and weeds you have managed to blossom from a seed into the most exquisite being. I know your mother was so young when she brought you into this world. Your father just as naïve as to what becoming a father might mean. They were too busy looking in their own mirrors to concern themselves much with your upbringing. And so, you were raised with wolves. A house but not a home filled with wayward souls disguised as family. And although there was little direction and they tried their hardest to taint you. You my dear, managed to puzzle piece all of their positive traits and become one whole self. How? Even you are unsure. Yet, you managed to pull it off. How did you clamor over all of the obstacles of their shadows and not get lost in your own? One small seed sitting on the precipice. Of course, as you continued to grow you couldn't help but have thorns. What flower wouldn't after braving such tenuous conditions? But you viewed them through rose colored lenses. You wore those scars like a resume of life. Experiences that glued themselves to your soul. You used them as ammunition to build a better one. And look at you! Still conquering those demons. Sure, you got lost along the way. Doesn't everyone? Stuck in the generational curse of an abusive relationship. But I guess he didn't count on the lion you had laying dormant within you. Just waiting for the fire to ignite. All you needed was a match. Aren't you lucky to have found one. Was it luck? One can never really know. But you don't fret too much on the how, only the why that matters. Reflection is how you manage to win each time. Remembering the moves you made to escape and tucking them away for future reference. Should you ever need to fight another battle. One thing is for certain, the only positive outcome from that relationship is the two beautiful beings you made together. Your children are the reason to keep living. They have no idea how they saved you. When you felt like there was no point in continuing on. What is the purpose of living if even your own mother doesn't find worth in your existence? Wouldn't it be easier for everyone if you just disappeared? How strong you are to overcome depression and anxiety to tend to them each day. After all, who taught you to do anything in the first place? Let alone how to be a Mother. But you never give up. Never surrender, not even once. How else will they learn there is no such thing as defeat except for the defeat within ones mind. I admire your determination. Every day you wake up, grab a paintbrush and do your best to paint a picture of a beautiful life. So what if it doesn't turn out quite right. Tomorrow you will paint another one. Because you know the power within your hands. You continue to amaze me, the way you work so hard to be a better you. Shedding old skin and returning anew. The way you nurture and guide them. It takes a lot to admit when you're doing it wrong and figure out how to make it right again. I am proud of the woman you have been, the one that you are, and the one you are yet to become. Stay strong.
By Kristina Negron5 years ago in Motivation
