healing
How to heal fully and properly.
Eating Disorders and Society
“I’ll just pretend I’m skinny” I remember thinking this at the age of 8 while playing pretend. I was slightly overweight for my age and this would continue, however I was very much aware of the fact that I wanted to be thinner. Even in the third grade I wanted to be smaller.
By Emily McDonald5 years ago in Motivation
Bizarre Extended Family Function
I was at a bizarre extended family function, 12 years ago, in the mid-west. And trust me me when I tell you, the word extended is an understatement. We were in Ohio. And I overheard a school principal in-law, speaking to his nephew. And he used the term "socially transmitted diseases."
By Karen Lichtman5 years ago in Motivation
Adult Child Recovering from a family of Alcoholism and Dysfunction
Adult child from a family of dysfunction! As an Adult-child of an alcoholic and an addict full of dysfunction, I am acquiesced in accepting an awakening arduously trying to live a life without the inherited fear of abandonment, arrogance and abusive behaviours! I have been belittled, betrayed, and bullied. I had become a bully and had behaved badly with the belief there was no point in any other way of being! Breaking the cycle of bad breaching all borders, Bonding now with others from broken homes we are breaking barriers and bouncing back from a belief the barriers wouldn’t ever be broken down. Boldly believing in a better beginning than that which was bestowed upon me. Continuously counting my character flaws as I climb out of a self-made catastrophized and chaotic life. I’m deciding indefinitely to dive into the divine light and to leave behind the dishonourable, the degrading, and the despicable in the depths of their own despair. Evermore ebullient I stand! Eager to be effusive in the ways I praise myself for every effort I exert exponentially and enthusiastically. Only expelling excellence making exceptions no longer. Fighting figuratively for freedom from my financial foes I am full of faultless fun. Finally able to forgive and forget family faults. Going for the glory is the gift that’ll keep giving if generosity is always the game plan. Guilt is no longer the guide. Historically help always had a price, hindering honourable honesty. Now inclined to innovate and inspire using my imagination to improve improper and illicit ways of thinking. Implementing a new ingenious personal inventory previously imperil ideals now impetus to jaunty joy. Jaded no more I am jubilant and justified in the kindness I kindle! Knowing the keynote of life is keeping myself safe and learning to love. The lust for lovers leaves as real intimacy can grow inside me. Longing to become the maker of a new legacy creating legendary and memorable moments worth memorizing. Moralizing old mistakes by learning the lessons meant to be learnt. I become mobilized in hopes of making magical moments. No longer having to navigate the nonsense or notoriously nodding in hopes of people-pleasing. Openly obstructing old ways of which I have orbited this earth. No more obscene punchlines or puns piecing the path of others. People who have pessimistic views precede my new powerfully positive points of view. Pleased with the power and potential that has become a permanent part of the quantum quarters of my brain I can now quickly call upon to reassure this redeeming role of righteousness I will revel in. Becoming my own role model and reparenting myself with gentleness and humour revitalized and replenished I stand. My soul will suffer no more I will stand safe and secure in a sanctuary of serenity surrounded by self-efficient superhumans who share scarily similar stories. Stepping out of segregation and solitude. Leaving sadness and sorrow behind turning the tables toward a triumphant and tangible future taking the time to trust. Uniquely unified using a universal power from within as a guide to unwavering vitality. Venom is spewed no more victorious versus validate wavering words very wisely without question. No more aimless wandering. Always knowing the exact nature of the x and y-axis
By Sheri Ferguson5 years ago in Motivation
Are you ready for the good news, now?
I’m no stranger to trauma, though, I wish I could tell you differently. Like many others in this world, I’ve grown up in a chaotic battle for attention from a parent that chose their path. Little did I know - I was chasing after that parent, barefoot on a gravel backroad somewhere, in the middle of nowhere - for 20 years.
By Makenzi Wooten5 years ago in Motivation
A-Chi-Ta (The Beginning)
What's Up? to be honest I'm just another human surviving within the many. Everyone makes mistakes, Everyone has a story but not every mistake is bad or not every story is worth reading, who am I to speak? My story is a f*ked up way of saying I Made it, even though it doesn't look or seem like it. I'm not rich but I got money, no car but get place to place and not much food but still well fed. This Vocal this is a new finding of mine so bare with me if I'm not getting to points or whatever.
By Sobe5 years ago in Motivation
Where Nothing Meets Something
Nobody could have told me that "nothing" was the beginning of a wonderful "something." And I don't mean small, gray and dry something, I mean break out in dance with the sun in your back mirror something. In my nothing, my life began to shine like never before. I could never see it for years. Why? Well, in the shadows of others big accomplishments, ideas, larger than life world renown progresses, I was invisible. I was the shade that we pull down to cover us from the sun, the door lock you never remember unless someone is breaking in your car, the tag in your shoe that is never looked upon. And that space was so uncomfortable, so unreliable, so blah. So, in my loss of everything, but life, I am now without the monstrous beauty of others, but consumed with the fullness of me. And you know what, there is where the magic begins. There is where I began to take life. I began to be seen. And at this very moment in your life, you should be seen too.
By The Adult Storyteller5 years ago in Motivation
Life
As I sit there watching my grandson, I wonder what he is thinking about. His little mind just going and going, where are minds are thinking about what we are going to do and how to survive this pandemic. My grandson does not have to worry about this at this moment in time. His little innocent life has no idea what has been going on, which could be a good thing. He hates wearing a mask, but does wear it. His sister who is much older and in the first grade will ask a thousand questions about why we have to wear a mask, and why she has to be home schooled through virtual school. She is very smart and has all “A’s” in her classes, but she does miss being around children her own age, which I so totally agree that she needs that interaction with children her own age besides when they all meet once a week virtually with the teacher. I will admit times have been tuff, especially where we live because our Governor won’t mandate mask wearing and will not let our mayors do it either. Our Governor and senators are so far up President Trumps ass that they don’t know how to get out. I feel like we will be one of the last states to get the vaccine, because our Governor is in Denise of the virus, it is a shame that a grown person would rather stand by a man that lies about election fraud, and other things instead of carrying about the people who voted for him, believe me I did not vote for our Governor, or senators.
By Debra Bernatovich5 years ago in Motivation
14 years. 7 days. 10 years.
Dear baby Julitha, You’re 14 years old and you’re about to run away from home.. and never come back. This is me, Julitha here.. We’re going to be 24 on the 29th of this month. A whole decade later. You’re only 14 years old. A baby. I can see you with your faded skinny jeans on. I can see the grey singlet and the checkered blue buttoned up top. The black ballet flats that you’ll take off because they’re slowing you down. I can feel the icy cold concrete on the ground. The the cutting coldness of the air. Like putting your face into a freezer and taking in a deep breath.
By Julitha5 years ago in Motivation
The Eagle that flew better than the rest
This is a photo that should bring a tear to any athlete who was coached by their father from the day they could walk. It's a bond that's like no other, and when it ends because of a tragic death, all that you are able to do is just look back and enjoy the memories and bond you two created together. It's a relationship that blossomed into something way more than a father/son, or a coach/pupil. By the ending, the two of you became truly the best of friends.
By Cooking With Casto5 years ago in Motivation
