It’s weird when you just blend in. You’ve been standing out (or in your mind you have) for so long, it gave you validation. Then, you look around and see you’re no different really. At that point, you can do 1 of 2 things: A. Get back to that place that made you stand out… Read More Just like er’ryone else.
I’m a feeler. If you don’t care for feelings, that’s fine. Quite frankly, I can’t stop feeling. I feel it all. Somehow, them feelings also lead me to be discerning and passionate and wise. Eating Disorder Recovery: My #1 Definition: Feels like you’re walking blindly to a destination you’re only hoping exists. Faith is your… Read More What Recovery “Feels” Like
Common sense title, so here goes, enjoy Individuals exercise different muscle groups as odd positions are attempted. Selfies are FREE. The side effects are only suffered by outsiders, no side effects are felt by the individual taking a Selfie. Increase seratonin, melatonin, benatonin, mycololin, pelicolin, abecolin, shetonin, semitonin, ryoboxin, killicoxin, robotussin, aleve, tylenol, benedryl, zyrtec… Read More 10 health benefits of Selfies:
There’s something so freeing about disconnecting sometimes. Away from all the noise, be it the noise inside your mind. Forgetting your phone purposely, not using FB for days, and just focusing on what you’re doing right now, this very moment. One thing I’m trying to practice is mindfulness. As I write, I fully think about… Read More Yes or no.
To be fly like you. Not like me, like you. “The Thief of joy is comparison,” we’ve heard it said. That thief has always had me think: to be skinny like you, to be pretty like you, to be funny, confident, and collected like you. And.. then there’s me. At times we’re our own worst… Read More Fly like you.
That had to be me. In the long run I lost who I was truly meant to be. Said my hello’s to a rehab and traveled the world- to save someone troubled not knowing that I’m actually her. I’ve walked down a road of recoveries- drugs, eating disorder, no functional dating relationship, & deep childhood… Read More The cool kids of high school.
I saw a man who lost his mind. Strung out on drugs, psychotic maybe. Or schizophrenia- not so mild. Perhaps he thought his name was Nebs (as Kris Vallotton refers to Nebuchadnezzar ). Perhaps he succumbed to an alternate glory and forgot who he truly was. A masterpiece. He’s young, in his early 30’s with… Read More We’re dope.
I see her everywhere. In response to pain, she hurts herself. Sometimes she’s a single girl, at others she’s a married (still, somehow lonely) woman. Many times you see her leading her own children, the example of theirs. Why don’t I mention a Mr. Self-Infliction? My resilient life has mostly seen them women. When you… Read More The Friendship of Ms. Self-Destruction & Mrs. Self-Harm