Feeling the Feels I am coming to realize that feeling my feelings is easy. Accepting those feelings is the difficult part. I have already begun to implement my word for the year. If you are not aware, it is, be. Be falls in line with acceptance. Accepting that our reality
Today there was a breakthrough in your recovery. Isn’t it crazy how in one sitting, one conversation with your therapist, you were able to identify this trigger happening six days ago and your sophomore year in high school? Unbeknownst to me yet came from me?! This is a big day
Sunny Skies The heat in Louisiana contributes to or is the root of, my SAD (seasonal affective disorder). Despite the temperature of 95 degrees, I dread August, I feel the most like myself today, than I have in three months. That’s a lovely feeling. I appreciate days like today because
Waging War Her words her ammo. Pain her battle. Branding her war’s cattle. The depth of wounds sear her soul. Armor so heavy, slicing her flesh. Onlookers smell defeat without a second glance. A woman forced to war, as society cast stones. Fatigue she wears to honor her struggle. She
No Longer They will never define me. Not the doctors. Not my father. Not my ex’es, In Texas 😂 jk. Not the psychiatrist. . Only I can. And even that is questionable.