healing
How to heal fully and properly.
The Price of Misery
"This sucks." I murmured to myself. White fog formed in front of my lips from the heat of my breath as I hugged myself tighter in my much too thin jacket, desperate for more warmth as my feet hung, swinging slightly, from the bus stop bench I was sat upon. I looked around at my dark surroundings, I felt increasingly nervous as I waited for my bus, still unfamiliar to the experience. I supposed this was humbling, considering until a week prior I'd had the distinct luxury of driving myself in a decade old truck. That was until of course the engine decided to blow up in my face, birthing an array of issues on top of what I considered to be an already pretty bad life. Truthfully, I'd never admit to anyone I thought my life was bad or hard, I couldn't stand the guilt of knowing there were people that had it worse than me, people who didn't even have a house to walk back to from the bus stop. However, as thankful as I was to have a home to return to, I also felt as though I was drowning in the lifetime of problems that awaited me there. I'd endured a life of abuse, neglect and abandonment from my parents, and what felt like loss after loss as i worked endless hours just to create a life with even a hint of stability. That stability proved to be just as fragile as I'd assumed, and although I resented how privileged I knew it would sound to others, having to resort to public transportation felt like yet another loss.
By Isabella Kostyal5 years ago in Motivation
Soul Release
Pandemic. That is what most people will think of when they remember 2020. We replaced human interaction with solitude and face masks. Grocery store banter was rarely heard. People were alone with their thoughts, their traumas, and their pain for the first time in most of their lives. Experts say that mental illness was skyrocketing. I would argue that our vices were taken away, which forced us to face our true selves. While the world was masking up to fight a virus, there was a deeper unmasking of raw emotion bubbling beneath the surface.
By Sabrina Leigh Cameron5 years ago in Motivation
The Dying Bird
Take a moment and imagine that you were small. So small that you’re miniscule in the face of an average and ‘normal’ person. A crowd of giants, blurry figures tipping their heads in pity towards someone like you. It’s the necessity. They stare, and stare at the anomaly that you are. You are different. People will praise individuality but avoid abnormality like the plague. But maybe you don’t understand, because you aren’t abnormal like me. You get to walk away as I fall further into the depths of leather and metal encapsulating my frail body like a dying bird. It squishes my skin to force me into the consciously congruent state of my cast-ironed life.
By Brianna Little5 years ago in Motivation
The Rollover
Anxiety punched Jason’s stomach right down through the seat of his pants, leaving him hollow while he watched, eyes wide, as the SUV tipped over the median and rolled onto its hood. The sounds of tires screeching over the slick asphalt was deafening, even from his position a car behind the one currently swerving to avoid the wreck.
By Izzy Durriken5 years ago in Motivation
The Safety Plan
It was a stormy and rainy first weekend in June. The rain pounded on the roof and hammered the large front window. The wind howled fiercely outside. The beating rain and the erratic whipping of trees, limbs and the surf of the lake, gave them the sensation of being out to sea. The noise of the storm sometimes jolted them and sparked a tinge of panic. But they continued to remind themselves, THEY WERE SAFE…..it was just the storm. This was, after all, part of the healing process. Seth did not like loud noises and was fearful of the dark. Darkness would arrive in a few hours. It would take some reassurance and encouragement to keep Seth calm and invested in the project.
By Rosalynn Guillen5 years ago in Motivation
Her Voice Echoes
She was only 21, the sound of her mother’s voice now only a faint memory. “Where did this disease come from?” “How did I not see this coming?” She wondered as tears flowed down her cheeks, out of her swollen eyes, tired from days and nights of endless crying.
By Diana Maria Leaman5 years ago in Motivation
Finding Home
Eating was not an option. But I did have about four ounces of water left so I figured I could ration that for a day or two. Besides my tattered Merrills, (one with a broken lace and 2 eyes missing), a pair of ripped painter pant cut off shorts, and Styx t-shirt form the 80's, I only had three beloved belongings. A hydro-flask covered with stickers from every country or state my son Dane had ever visited, a personalized pen getting dangerously low on ink and my moleskin journal.
By Julie Trotta Vanderblue5 years ago in Motivation
