About 6 months ago I asked myself a simple question. Well, I thought it was a simple question. WHAT DOES JOURNEY TO PEACE MEAN? In short… it means come to terms that my my biological family doesn’t love me in a conventional way. They love me in a do as I say otherwise I’ll killContinue reading “Journey to Peace; where is my focus?”
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My higher self is my best friend
I’m not even going to pretend. Most of my life is in autopilot. This has served me well because I cannot remember the last time that I was in normal situations. When greeted with dysfunction, I tighten my ponytail, smile, and navigate the sea like a 70+-year-old sailor. It’s NOT my first rodeo and IContinue reading “My higher self is my best friend”
Life doesn’t happen to you, it happens for you
Being a survivor of domestic violence is not something that one can necessarily talk about at the dinner table. It’s a dirty secret that is socially unacceptable. Part of the healing process is the ability to speak about your experiences. The more you talk about it, the clearer your mind becomes on what is functionalContinue reading “Life doesn’t happen to you, it happens for you”
Poem: What if I told you…
What if I told you that everything in your heart Was going to be pulled completely apart? Every smile that is shared Is another ‘hit’ to be bared You decided to dim your light Because you were tired of the fight Every way you turn Something started to burn You protect your friendships with somethingContinue reading “Poem: What if I told you…”
Explosive Reactions are a sign of unresolved pain
I have to keep reminding this to myself. I have to be mindful of when I’m getting explosive. Is it the person? The words? Or the deep seeded pain? 100% it’s the deep seeded pain. Up until last year, I would have explosive reactions when people made insensitive comments about my biological father. I wouldContinue reading “Explosive Reactions are a sign of unresolved pain”
If my wounds were visible…
I stumbled across an article. It was a woman that shared some pretty traumatic abuse, in church, by her father. The sentence that caught my attention is one that I heard in my family… on many occasions, “Stop crying or I’ll give you something to cry about!” Another favourite one-liner was, “I’m not yelling, doContinue reading “If my wounds were visible…”
Poem: Do you know how it feels
Do you know how it feels when every part of your being says NO but your heart says JUST ONE MORE CHANCE Do you know how it feels when you use language like “You need help” or “You are embarrassing yourself” Do you know how it feels not being able to SLEEP because your mindContinue reading “Poem: Do you know how it feels”