with God ➳ with Yourself ➳ with Everyone Else ➳
Experiencing trauma as a child–whether a one-time event or an ongoing experience you had to endure–makes you feel powerless, vulnerable, and alone. As a child, you often don’t have power over the situation but instead are a recipient of other people’s decisions–indirectly affected by the thoughts, feelings, actions, and behaviors of those around you. For
Food. Nourishment. Enjoyment. Community. Creativity. Food. Overindulgent. Painful. Isolation. Addiction. It isn’t a “common” addiction. To some, it isn’t considered an addiction at all. But for me…for me, food–sugar in particular–was my addiction. It was where I turned when I was having a bad day, a hard day, a sad day, a long day, a
Have you read or heard people telling you that now, with all this extra time, you should be super productive? I don’t know about you, but for me, this “extra” time doesn’t feel all that great. There is also extra stress, extra pressure, extra emotions to navigate; extra anxiety, depression, and effort put forth to
According to Ed Sheeran, “it’s alright to cry;” even his dad does sometimes. And while I wouldn’t go taking all your advice from Ed, he does make a valid statement here. Whereas some people see it as a sign of weakness, crying isn’t actually a bad thing. Sure, it often comes as a result of
When my alarm clock rudely wakes me up in the morning and I’m tired and don’t want to get out of bed—but the alarm clock won’t stop going off every five minutes until I do—it feels like I have no choice but to go to work. I have to. But in reality, nobody is holding
None of these will be as easy as they sound if you’re truly struggling with your mental wellbeing. Trust me, I know because that’s me sometimes. Like yesterday. And this morning as I write this. But knowing the struggle, and being determined to not allow it to overtake me, is what inspired me to write
A poem. . . . When creativity dissipates And you don’t have much to say Don’t force the words Let silence linger Rest your heart for the day Rest your heart for the day . . . Photo by rawpixel.com from Pexels
a poem
