healing
How to heal fully and properly.
The Art of the Body
This is true: as a little kid every night when my Mom would kiss me goodnight, she would take my cheek and say, "Goodnight. Don't do drugs. Don't pluck your eyebrows. No tattoos." This started at a time when I barely understood what any of those things were. I'm certain on her deathbed many years from now I will look down on her, take her cheek, and she will still whisper those same words to me again. Those three lessons seem to be the values she holds on high over all other wisdom a parent could pass down to a child. Only three "Thou Shalt Not" Commandments passed down from my mother to ensure-- in her mind-- a safe, productive life.
By Hytes5 years ago in Motivation
N00bie Alert
Wow, I am finally doing this. I’ve alway been intrigued by what bloggers do but could never find a real enough blog for me. So I stayed my ass on Tumblr. The beautiful wonderland of depressing quotes, black and white anime gifs and nature scenery and no worries about being grammatically correct (Don’t judge me) I guess now I can be a real blogger who actually speaks on life. Bro/Sis/They/Them/Your Pronoun it is fucking hard living. Take it from a suicidal bitch... well in the past. I will be 100% honest with you and go over different events in my life through this blog but holy shit... I’m rating Earth a -100/10.
By Sierra’s in the clouds5 years ago in Motivation
Summer through the window...
We all have been in the exact same shoes in the last 8ish months. No matter where you are, you are dealing with the uncomfortable circumstances of the Corona virus. I`m not just talking about not being able to going to the major music festivals or travel around the world, but I mean the change of seasons. This whole global pandemic started in March and this is the end of October now. I feel like the good weather and the summer in general just passed us and we were only allowed to watch it through the window. You know, it comes, stays and goes every year, but this time we pretty much skipped the "stay" portion. Came and left, and we are just blinking in surprise, wondering what just happened...
By Dory5 years ago in Motivation
Blank Canvas
Since I was a little girl, tattoos have always fascinated me. The untold stories, the memories, the choices behind why that specific piece of art was chosen to represent that moment in time. I love the expressions that come across the face when you ask about the visible artwork. To see the emotion come flooding back and suddenly you're in that moment with them. To hear the tales of love, loss, pain, triumph, drunken mistakes, remembrance, remorse, growth, and passion.
By Katherine Morales5 years ago in Motivation
Narcissistic Mother
Growing up in a family with a mother who was narcissistic and faked mental disorders in order to get pills in her later years and a father who wanted to be absent but was caught in the Narcissistic web, both abusive. It was a hard road growing up with not one but two parents who didn't care about you.
By Tierra K Esterline5 years ago in Motivation
Arriving Life
Upon arriving at this Garden, I found myself over come with a feeling of comfortability. I felt an overwhelming amount of déjà vu, although not in the typical sense. I felt like I had been in the presence of this energy a million times before then except I didn’t recognize one bit of its imagery. Rather recognition of a horrifyingly familiar vibration that had numbing properties, giving the environment an unescapable iridescent hue. It simply draws you in. The house we came to stay in was a historical structure standing in almost 150 years of age. The property was surrounded in the loveliest sunflowers. Thru the center of the property flowed a river trickled with color; reflecting with bursting hints of blue and green. It’s tucked away in the center of downtown Salt Lake City. You could feel the positivity shooting through the air like electricity. My first impressions of this place were noteworthy. There were so many pros; the obvious cons were covered in the shadow. My partners enjoy the place too. We find it easy to be creative and get our work accomplished here. The fruitful environment makes it easy to connect with the flow of creation. There was a loop we were stuck in before this; a constant disconnect in creative headspace. It was like throwing a couple of tin cans full of ideas into a garbage compactor. However, this environment has offered a fair and easy ground for us to sort that difference out. There was no place for it. Our differences will continue to be put under spot light; our bond truly tested, but we always overcome. We always find our even light. There is no doubt to me that there is magic in the air here. The spirits whisper in the wind that echoes thru the wooden window panes swinging on brass hinges. This styled window is one of the most pleasing for me to enjoy visually. In fact, I am staying in a room filled wall to wall with the same window. It is my favorite part of this experience thus far. I unpacked everything I had and made a place for myself in this room of windows. I made myself completely at home, and home is the word I would use to describe how being here makes me feel. Never have I had the privilege to stay in such a nice place, and it’s all thanks to my closest friends. They are the reason I am even here to begin with. Before this, I found myself in quite a sticky set of circumstances, and I saw no way out. They helped formulate my escape plan with me, and carried it out faithfully by my side, no questions asked. There was no hesitation on their end. They made me realize the truth; and without them I’d still be living in the garage of my ex and her family, who all share a sour taste for me. I would be better in a ditch. I would be better homeless. As I was, and may attest, that even that was a better position for me to be in. Just a few weeks before we arrived, I wandered through the near empty Vegas Strip my mind couldn’t help but wonder, and also worry about what I could have lost. I knew then and still do now, that this journey was a part of my path. I knew I had to detach. So why does my mind wander back to what ifs from my time with her? It’s hard for me to detach from the overall possibilities sometimes, even when I know my completed outcome is far from favorable. Unnecessary attachments are something I used to let control how I thought and how I lived my life. My mental health is something I take very important, without it I would have nothing. Regardless of what could have been I have already dug out the creek in which this water flows through. The ditches I’ve dug irrigate the fields I roam. All the bad things that have come from my internal struggles have led me to far greener pastures. Boy, are they green! Some fields are grey, but I can’t expect everything to stay the same. As one child is born, someone else has passed. Energy will continue to recycle and flow freely through this universe; that much is for certain. It was June when Carter came to my rescue, and at a moment I thought he would surely give up. I was quiet about my true status financially; rather I put on a façade. He drove straight from Colorado, where we intended to meet initially. It took a week of Carter telling me we had to leave, before my ex and her mother took it into their own hands. They kicked us out. With nowhere to go we retreated to Las Vegas, Nevada, only because the rates were cheap. We stayed a week there before Marcus came into the picture. After Carter and I picked Marcus, up from the Greyhound station, his first impression of Vegas was the drug addicted man being arrested for whatever chemical they were baring. What a sad world we live in. I suffer my own vice, and have been penalized by the light? Are we forced to suffer our own vices, an endless battle of caving inward or not? Or are we meant to become one with them, as we do with every other part of ourselves? Finding the balance between over indulgence and enjoyment can be a daunting task, especially given what our vice even is. Some vices aren’t meant to be acted upon, but it’s up for you to decide if it’s worth acting on to begin with.
By Spencer funk5 years ago in Motivation
All a Little Broken
So in my last Blog I vaguely brought up the concept of how everyone is broken, not to say that anything is inherently wrong with you. It's just saying that perfection doesn't exist, nor does the feeling of being whole truly exist. What I mean by this while you may feel satisfied or fulfilled to some extent in life as a whole you will always long for more internally and that's okay. The concept that you need someone else to make you complete, or money to bring you happiness or the the dream house or money to feel satisfied. In reality while those are nice things as well as amazing goals to shoot for without a doubt, there's a void inside you that can not be filled with those material possessions.
By Blaze Herrero5 years ago in Motivation
Stay in Orbit
Time. A reoccurring issue in our daily tasks. If we had more time, we could sleep in a bit more. We could complete all of our goals and plans sooner. We could enjoy more of the small moments. If we had more time, we could get more out our day, our lives. More time, more opportunities.
By Emma-Rain Kirifi5 years ago in Motivation
Broken Beauty
It never fails... there is always a message saying "you're so pretty/ sexy/ hot/etc. No one notices the pain behind the smile. The hurt that is etched in the eyes that appear so bright goes unspoken of. I am an influencer it's my job to promote, to make you think it's great... I am an actress with the job of making you believe the story. Very few bother to know that girl outside of the second captured in time... I'm not sure most could handle the story of her on their best days. I don't mean it from a sexual standpoint, I'm speaking of the mental trauma that being that girl on a day to day includes.
By Kristi Lawson5 years ago in Motivation
The voice within
I was 48 years old when I suddenly heard a voice tell me, "You're an angel" I answered back, " Me?" What do you mean? The voice told me you are and I did not understand what was happening and I thought I was going crazy but I just accepted the event and didn't think twice about it. I went on my way and went to work like I normally did. I was a secretary working at a busy NYC cancer center and often watched patients get their chemotherapy which was very difficult to watch. I often watched as patients were literally dying from cancer and I did my best to be positive around them. My own father and husband were patients at that cancer center where I worked and I often felt sad seeing them on that chemotherapy chair. Then one night, I had a dream that I was inside a pet scan machine and I woke up horrified. I said, "OMG, please don't let that come true!" I realized it was just a nightmare and I stayed in bed looking up at the ceiling in shock. I just laid in bed and thought about what this dream meant to be. Was it going to really happen? Was this possibly a premonition? I couldn't tell because it was so early at this point. I knew I had to wait for time to pass and the thought of that made me so apprehensive. I had seen so many patients be sick from cancer and I prayed in silence asking God to protect me. I truly felt fear for the first time in my life and I felt my own immortality and again, I felt this dreadful feeling take over me, it was surreal.
By Camaryn Loren5 years ago in Motivation
