Tag: Mental Health

Reflecting on Tools: Writing vs Sports

When one is building a new skill, it’s necessary to minimise as many factors as possible. For instance, I have been leaning on sports for as long as I can remember as an emotional processing tool. Yes, I love sports. Yes, sports make me… Continue Reading “Reflecting on Tools: Writing vs Sports”

The hidden​ benefit of letters of gratitude

I’ve been thinking about the current alignment of the planets and the moon… apparently, Mercury is in retrograde (again)? I’m not 100% sure but this seems to be code for the abundance of energy being thrown around! I’ve been learning about how some people… Continue Reading “The hidden​ benefit of letters of gratitude”

I’ll admit it, I isolate myself

I’ve been thinking about my 3-week cycle. I’ve been thinking about WHY I push people away. I’ve also been thinking about deep and meaningful connections. And then also how social media has made the world crazy by amplifying emotional (vs rational) reactions to just… Continue Reading “I’ll admit it, I isolate myself”

I do not negotiate with terrorists.

I’ve been pouring my heart and soul into my writing these last few weeks. Most of the words are not public… I reached some new territory for my processing and needed to give myself some personal space. I have found that writing makes me… Continue Reading “I do not negotiate with terrorists.”

Poop + Sugar ≠ Brownies

Building Block: ROSE-COLORED LENS It took me YEARS to build a rose-colored lens. It was not easy to train my mind to find the good in every situation. I can laugh because some people call it a silver lining. Others call it annoying optimism.… Continue Reading “Poop + Sugar ≠ Brownies”

The day I said Good-bye to Fuckwits

My freewriting challenge is over. I’m conflicted on how to feel. Part of me feels a sense of satisfaction for completing such a [vulnerable] goal. It’s not easy to reveal my morning thoughts… especially when I am still re-wiring my mind from narcissistic abuse.… Continue Reading “The day I said Good-bye to Fuckwits”

MIA. Drug Dealers. White Skirts. Lovers.

Day 30. Freewriting. I remember the first time. The first time that I didn’t know what to do. I emailed my parents and assured them that I was OK. It was a lie because I really didn’t know what I wanted. I knew that… Continue Reading “MIA. Drug Dealers. White Skirts. Lovers.”

Illness. Process. Purify. Project. Wellness.

Day 29. Freewriting. Thinking about mental wellness. I’ve shifted my thinking on mental wellness. The difference between ill to well is going from I to WE… takes a village. Kind of. Whether I am bipolar or not is kind of irrelevant. Whether I have… Continue Reading “Illness. Process. Purify. Project. Wellness.”

Hurt is anger’s annoying neighbor

Day 28. Freewriting. Love is the strongest emotion I possess. Sometimes I think that anger is my go-to but every day I’m reminded that I’m just fooling myself and it’s actually LOVE. Love is my go to. Some people say that anger is the… Continue Reading “Hurt is anger’s annoying neighbor”

I hope. I hope. I hope.

Day 27. Freewriting. When it comes to me, I never hope. I just set a goal and refuse to stop until it’s accomplished. I fail forward. I fail often. Honestly, I believe the only true failure is giving up. Perhaps that’s why I struggle… Continue Reading “I hope. I hope. I hope.”

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