Tag: #Healing

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[Source: What I’ve Learned in Three Years of Recovery] Recovery, life; I have come to learn that living day to day ins’t about having control over everything, because we can’t. We can just let life happen, and only then can we truly move forward and start to see change. Just remember that with every new change,…

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Everything that we see in this Life has a story. If we listen and acknowledge their presence, we might know what lies underneath their surface. This is a story of a chair. The chair that you see in the picture has many stories of love, joy, sadness and pain. That beautiful chair used to be…

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Hey Hey Hey  ( ive been sick uggh , but I am better . I realized that the universe sends your body messages when it time to go on cruise control and allow the messages to sink as they should . We often be on the hustle and bustle of life and we miss the…

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Paradise is found on the others side of this feeling. Swimming in the tears. Hidden behind a veil of chaos and confusion. Paradise lost. Paradise found. Whispering caresses of promise and peace. Paradise stolen. Or was it given away? Perception or deception? Intermingling manipulation – vining and intertwining – digging in and rooting deep. The…

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Nathaniel Branden once said: “The first step toward change is awareness. The second step is acceptance.” What really, really started to derail me was my own mind after my traumatic experience about a month ago. My mind became the ultimate prison, and that’s the hardest prison to break free from. I’ve put off writing this…

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I have these moments throughout the day – sporadically scattered among my daily activities. Moments of brilliance in the shower. Gifts of knowledge and understanding while driving, in exchange for road rage and disrespect. Shining messages – epiphanies – whispers of the Holy Spirit. I used to miss it – always living with dark and…

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Living in New York teaches you two things. One, bad shit happens. Two, the city that never sleeps may be filled with people that don’t sleep, but some of them sure do sleep around. I like taking late-night walks. You get to look around and learn a lot about people. A woman takes her wedding…

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Hey all! So just to fill you all in, this is the first post of a mini weekly series that I’m creating documenting my accomplishments and shortcomings of training for my first half marathon. Yes, a half marathon. 13.1 miles of crazy, but considering it’s only a half marathon, I would like to think that…

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Nov 21

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You could shatter glass with the way you look at me. Nightingales singing their sweet song of summer couldn’t hold a torch to the way you make me feel. I ooze into a puddle, bones of jello on the warm concrete surface of your love. When I hear my name flow out of your mouth,…

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I had fallen through a trapdoor of depression. Walking blindly through the corridors of my feelings not seeing the cracks beneath my feet, leading me to fall inevitably into my bed. My sheets are made of sandpaper. The more I toss and turn in my thoughts the worse my bruises and skin become. Raw and…