Pulling him in mentally to push him back physically. Loving to feel him but hating to think of him. Starving him of attention so he could give her more of his own. She’s affectionate and chaotic. Damaged and strong. Hurt, but healing. All or nothing. Loyal and unforgiving. And still, he has the elasticity of… Continue reading Mind games….
God blessed me with sons I have as an everlasting reminder to practice patience with the male species. My entire adult life has been shaped around pain caused by males so much that I, at some point, made a subconscious decision to not invest too much of my attention into any male. At some point,… Continue reading My Suns
My heart hurts. I can feel the pain, like a dull ache in the center of my chest. It feels like a sharp stab with a dull knife after ever beat. It’s only that I’m really still that I can feel the sensation in my body. It’s subtle but intense. I’m not sure if this… Continue reading what is it?
I’m 33 years old and finally understanding what it means to love yourself. Self love is truly derived from a place of ensuring your own well being. It’s not simply putting on a pretty dress and doing your makeup so you feel good. It’s a bit more than making sure you’re eating the “right” foods… Continue reading Love yourself or nobody will…
Life has turned out extremely different than what I expected growing up. I feel cheated and lied to. Manipulated might be a better word. Misled? I hate adulthood. This isn’t what I expected at all. Maybe the movies I watched growing up are to blame. Or, it could’ve been the books I submerged myself in… Continue reading Duped.
Just saw something that said, “We train them to be police warriors & send them out to be social workers.” The sentence hit me like a brick, right in my chest. To me, it’s like a revelation of how fucked up of a society we are. In my mind, social workers are the people sent… Continue reading We been doing it wrong…
I have a habit of exploring the depths of myself, while simultaneously viewing myself from the perspective of the people that experience me. The more I do it, the more I understand how the negative stigma of mental illness is created by someone’s judgement of how another expresses themself. “Mentally ill” is a label created… Continue reading Get a hobby…
They said what they meant, you just didn’t hear it correctly.
I play with words often. I like toying with the different meanings and the way we use them. Light can be an illumination to enhance vision or a measure of density to measure weight. Dark can be a blacker shade of a color or it can be a sinister vibration. I never realized this whole… Continue reading I think I got it now…
