Things have become so heavy I am having trouble coping even with medication and CBT… life is throwing so many curve balls I can’t even see them until they hit me leaving me feeling battered and bruised. Outwardly this leaves tears running down my face, inwardly it leaves me with feelings of a profound fear…
Coming to when you are already awake…
Sometimes I get lost in a book, or a project and I am just there, present in the story being the character. If it is a project I’m lost in, that is where I am, present fully in the moment. Then I Come to…it is like I wake up and the enormity of the struggles…
Sometimes the way is lost…
We walk down this road of life and there are so many things to see and do. We try and look ahead, we imagine what our journey will be like but Life, she is ever changing. Before you know it you look around and nothing is as it seems and it is all very different…
Things that happen
Tears slid slowly down my face leaking out of the corner of my eyes trailing slowly, tracing the curve of my face and down my neck . No one noticed and I was left alone facing my fear of the future… a future that had not yet occurred and so held no firm ground in…
Life is like that…
My books are my blankets keeping me warm and cozy in a crazy unpredictable world. Tomorrow I start my 2nd job. Life is like that sometimes, no matter what you do difficult circumstances arise. One does what one must to keep going…No matter what. I count my blessings and practice gratitude, knowing that in the…
CAN’T ANYONE IN THIS COUNTY RECOGNIZE THE SMELL OF PORK?
Harry Storm (aka Bernadette Fazelle) keeping up on the Waco TX news…you can’t make this stuff up! via CAN’T ANYONE IN THIS COUNTY RECOGNIZE THE SMELL OF PORK?
Lost…
When the person you love is hurting and the shit storm of life has taken a dump on them, what is there to do? Circumstances beyond control will play out, we have done everything within our power and still we are lost. Reeling, tumbling end over end not knowing what will happen next and not…
A journey…
Yesterday I took a journey. It started as a physical journey. I woke feeling better, a little more balanced but still precarious. Then there was that One thing, I felt embarrassed by something, and the tears came. I got back in bed but the sounds from the television were like nails on a blackboard echoing…
Cascade…
But the thoughts creep in…showing up in the shadows walking on fragile ground.
My Grandfather told me…
My grand father told me that after he witnessed his father murder his mother he was sent to an orphanage. He was 5 years old. He said that after a few months he went to live with a family that had been unable to have children. He was happy there. The woman loved him and…
The Intersection - Mind in Culture 