healing
How to heal fully and properly.
Dear 25, Welcome!
Years ago, I dreamt about this particular birthday. I'm not sure why; however, I just knew it was one that I looked forward to. As I am now days away from it, I wanted to write myself a letter as a source of encouragement for the 365 days to follow. For those of you who have a milestone birthday approaching, it might be beneficial for you to adopt this practice as well. It might help you navigate through the trials you will inherently experience in your coming year.
By Erika Hunter6 years ago in Motivation
Learning a Martial Art:
Learning a martial art is this: Training reflexes and responses to physical attack. This is something I have personally had extreme anxiety over because of the training I received the first 18 years of my life. I had a lot of sneak-attack physical bullies, including my parents, and I was incapable to fight back. I learned to always fear being attacked at any moment, especially when my guard is down, and by people we are supposed to trust. When we are 2 years old, we can't even say, "Stop hitting me, grown man."
By Zoe Bones6 years ago in Motivation
Triggers, Fears and Surrendering
Triggers A touchy subject and one I acknowledge has more to do with me and my reflection vs others. A huge trigger for me is feeling and noticing others being dishonest and not truthfully & wholeheartedly expressing themselves. More specifically with those who are a part of my life.
By Jordyn Taylor6 years ago in Motivation
Worth It
Our relationship with ourselves is the key to forming healthy external relationships. The way we view ourselves is critical. It shapes how we view everything around us. If we see ourselves as an unworthy person, we will tolerate things that we shouldn't. We'll say yes to things that disobey our true selves. Although forming a loving and healthy relationship with ourselves, isn't a walk in the park. It is learning a whole different language.
By Merichel Sanchez6 years ago in Motivation
The Queen Had to Die Before She Could Ride - Part 2
I was in my sophomore year of college at the University of Central Florida, where at the time, I was studying journalism and Women's Studies. (Of course I went to college in Orlando! Where else would a Queen go but where all the Disney royalty hang out?) As a student of journalism, I learned the importance of using the correct words in the correct order. My Women's Studies courses taught me the value of appreciating cultural diversity and understanding the subtleties of group and power dynamics.
By Rebecca Crosby6 years ago in Motivation
Type of Stain
I had my first dance with mental illness at age 15 and had a psychotic episode at 16. I did a bit of time in the psych wards. That was the first-ever time I've had no access to the outside world. A psychotic episode was a normal response to having to deal with extreme circumstances that were out of my control. What was not normal was brushing it under the rug and pretended it never even happened. It was one of the unspoken secrets under the roof. I felt like I was an attention-seeker, especially from the marks I’ve made on skins. At the time I didn't know why I was doing it. I just didn't want to feel powerless and those emotions of guilt, shame, and unworthiness. For years I lived a double life. At school and around friends, I’d play the role of an outgoing and carefree person. When in reality I was drowning in misery and shame. The school was my escape, it was a place I could forget and pretend.
By Merichel Sanchez6 years ago in Motivation
Reconnecting to My Feminine Energy & Womanhood
My current journey has been exploring why I feel disconnected, asking for help and reconnecting to the parts of myself I once left in the dark. Along the way, I have learned that I am an HSP (Highly Sensitive Person) and an HSS (High Sensation Seeking).
By Jordyn Taylor6 years ago in Motivation
Introduction
Healing is a journey. To be completely honest with you, it’s a journey I never intended to continue on. Not too long ago, I had actually made a beeline in the opposite direction. My pain went numb and the void I felt growing inside of me made me angry. Where I had once felt great empathy, I now found indifference to others and chose to see that indifference as a gift. I raged. Never turning a simple glance to evaluate my actions or the pain I inflicted due to my own. I pushed back at the world for forcing my experiences on me. I was tired. Tired of pushing, tired of dragging the weight of the past behind me, tired of being angry. The years passed by fairly quickly and I realized, finally, that I could not spend one more day living this way and that I was finally ready to do what needed to be done in order to heal. I had always been attracted to spirituality, but I couldn’t quite make sense of it. One of my favorite things currently is how science and spirituality are finally starting to link, making the unexplainable quite simple to comprehend and yet leaving plenty of room for the power of faith. This is the model I’ve come to align with in my daily life. As someone who has endured great childhood trauma and has struggled to make sense of what happened, of myself, and my many diagnoses as well as the harmful ways I’ve coped over the years, this paradigm of science and spirituality has begun to settle my librarian scales and I’m better able to navigate the ebbs and flows of life. Every day is a new opportunity to learn, evolve, make sense, and practice the profound and underrated habit of self love.
By Jade Baca 6 years ago in Motivation
A Rough Year
A rough year comes along with many fears. The fears come along with many tears. Two surgeries, one stomach disease, one flu, one near death experience, one loss of passion and self identity, and a series of mentally damaging events were the beginning. Having a relationship where you are completely and utterly happy. This is where the damage is started. Because here, your heart feels full. You feel warm, and comforted. He makes the words that those girls are throwing around like a baseball hurt less. He makes them mean nothing. Then, the sky comes falling down and your world is torn to pieces. He broke your heart. So. You move on. It’s fine.
By Samantha Brinker6 years ago in Motivation
Life Isn't Perfect
I wish I was more conscious of how unconscious I was when I was a kid lol. I honestly do not think I even thought of anything. I am 34 now, and I have been reflecting on my life lately. Especially because I am not technically where I "should" be (no house, kids, marriage, or steady career). I lost my mom when I was 30 to suicide and it wasn't until that profound moment that I really even began to THINK. I have actually tried to remember what I thought about when I was even 28 and I DO NOT REMEMBER lol.
By ashley sirianni6 years ago in Motivation
