healing
How to heal fully and properly.
Perfectly Imperfect
"Take a deep breath." Inhale, exhale... inhale, exhale... Momentarily, I feel as if my soul has left my body. I glance over the vessel that it has bought for residence; examining every minuscule detail. Counting each strand of brittle broken hair lazily tied into a ponytail. Carefully caressing the inflamed imperfection of an eczema induced neck; continuing to linger down towards the sides of what should be bare bosoms. There is a particular patch on her left arm, often is reminiscent of what she describes as lizard skin. Underneath the patch, a small scab of a scar, Which will stubbornly stay imprinted as a reminder of her condition.
By amarie. Ramos7 years ago in Motivation
Bright Red Door
Sitting alone I wonder what waits for me beyond that door. That door that I’ve kept closed all these years. It’s a bright red. So bright it’s screaming. There’s always been this fear deep down that seems to echo to the very depths of my soul. The darkness surrounds me now. A small light shines dimly under the door.
By Christina Oswald7 years ago in Motivation
The Girl in the Grave
I spent weeks digging the grave. It was an exhausting few weeks. Everyday weighed down on me, with every shovel full of dirt I sunk deeper into the earth. It was a dark night, the night I finished the grave. I found myself admiring my work. Even in the dark, I could tell it was far deeper than it needed to be. The walls towered high, dirt and weeds crumbled a little as a gust of wind tickled through the night. I felt oddly at home in the dark cold ground. Slowly, I knelt down, sitting on the floor of the grave. I curled my knees up to my chest as I leaned my back against the wall. With my eyes closed, all alone in this deep grave I had dug, I watched my life pass before me. It started as far back as I could remember moving slowly at first. A small smile crept across my lips as I remembered back to the happiness of my childhood. A small tear scraped down my cheek as I thought of the sadness in my younger years. As the memories moved before my eyes, they quickened. I shook my head as if that would make them slow. It was like a movie on fast forward and it was my life. It went on, only coming to an abrupt stop as it ended on me looking down into a dark pit.
By Manna Mac7 years ago in Motivation
How I Found Myself After I Lost Myself
Raise your hand if you feel like you've ever lost yourself. Yep, I'm certain a ton of digital hands went up. Like so many good things in life, it seems it's so much easier to lose something that makes you feel good than it is to re-find or manifest it.
By Reigning Women7 years ago in Motivation
Getting Through (and Growing Through) Grief
Life isn’t always easy, and it can be at its toughest when we lose someone close. The connections and love we share in our lives are what being alive is all about, so when someone we felt a connection to departs, we can feel alone, reel with the loss, and even begin to feel depressed and uneasy about life in general. Grief is an incredibly difficult thing to get through.
By Marshall Stevenson7 years ago in Motivation
Simple and Effective Ways to Keep Your Mental Energy
Everyday life can place a serious drain on your mental energy. Mental energy is key to a healthy lifestyle. In order to be your best self and enjoy life to the fullest, consider adding some of these practices to your daily routine in order to improve your mental balance and increase your mental energy. Mental energy is determined by how many positive influences you invite into your life and how much time you spend taking care of your body. The highest mental energy levels will be reached through adjustments to diet, exercise, and the way you approach your life. Positive thoughts will lead you to have higher mental energy in any given situation.
By Paisley Hansen7 years ago in Motivation
Change to Become a Butterfly 🦋
I have been an introverted girl my whole entire life due to the emotional mental blocks I’ve gone through bullying and being emotionally abused. It kept me in the corner of being shy or basically frightened of society. All through elementary school, I was bullied by children and by an adult that married into my family that didn't advocate for me. Throwing stones at me would be her motivation to make me feel humiliated and degraded. Not once did this adult support anything I did but instead, put a child in front of family friends to humiliate to make sure she felt degraded. Made me feel like I was inadequate to do anything. I became furious growing up, still managing to keep my composure. I felt the need to impress everyone.
By Vannahlight111 Ramos7 years ago in Motivation
Don't Look Behind You
You're staring at a blank computer screen. You want to write. You want to express yourself. You want to make sense of something that has happened to you. Or something that is still happening. Maybe not to you, maybe to somebody else. You're trying to layout your life into small bitesize and digestible chunks of text for people to read and understand. Maybe if I write it this way then more people will understand it. Maybe if I take out this bit then people won't be offended or upset. Maybe, maybe, maybe.
By Alice Heaps7 years ago in Motivation
Deep into "The Rolling Soul"
Samantha Mia I was born April 12th, Samantha. I was born and raised in Bronx, New York from Puerto Rican descent. As a child I felt free, happy, had plenty of friends and was always in the top class; yes, little Ms. Smarty Pants. Growing up in a Hispanic household with an older sister and younger brother is probably what you’re all thinking, a fun and chaotic rollercoaster.
By Samantha Mia7 years ago in Motivation
What's Hurt Got to Do with It?
Sometimes I panic about now being happy again. Worried that I could slip back into the unknown, a place I was in for far too long. A place I didn’t even know I was in for the first few years, until I crashed and burned, monumentally.
By Hazel Butterfield7 years ago in Motivation
