I’ve been wanting to come up with a list of helpful anxiety combatants for a while now. Mostly for me, so that I have something tangible to grab onto when my brain goes into lockdown. But in light of all the mental health struggles being tossed around lately, I realize sharing these personal bits could […]
I have to say, she summed it up perfectly.
I can’t believe I plan on spending an entire post on this obvious tip, but …I can count on two fingers the number of times I walked around in Mother Nature last week. Clearly, some of us are not practicing what we preach.
Therefore, I’m totes going to push the advantages of getting outside:
- Nature’s pretty. This prettiness helps instill happiness and inspirational thoughts that just might lead to award-winning poetry (though, you may want to only tell those poems to yourself).
- It smells nice, at least somewhere like a park. I’ve heard you might need air to breathe, too, so bonus!
- As a human with skin (unless you have solar urticaria), you need sunlight to soak up UV rays and make Vitamin D.
- Happy sun rays combat Seasonal Affective Disorder (SAD).
- Time outside has a buttload of benefits for your mind. We’re talking improved…
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Uncertainty crept like a thief in the night
Burrowing through her defences
As all consuming as kudzu
Reminiscent of the waves
Her freedom slipping through her fingers
And she found herself drowning
As it dragged her down
Trapped within it’s endless depths
Leaving her to claw uselessly for the surface
What did you want to be when you grew up? An astronaut? Fireman? Doctor? I, and many others of course, wanted to be the next famous best selling author, which obviously still hasn’t happened yet.
Where are you at in the long and arduous journey of following through with your dreams? For myself, I’m not where I would like to be. It doesn’t help that I tend to have dry spells of not writing anything at all.
So far I’ve published a poetry book, A Journey: Still in Progress, but that’s as far as I’ve gotten at the moment. A Journey is about dealing with depression throughout the various phases of life. It is grouped into three sections: Childhood, Marriage, and Motherhood. You can purchase your copy here.
I’m currently working on a couple of fiction novels. Both have single parents falling in love, one after being widowed while the other had been alone since the pregnancy. The first and lengthiest one at 16k words is Kara, followed by The Sweet Room at just 8.5k words. I hope to have these two and one other, The Christmas Bride published by the end of the year.
The phantom kiss of cold steel
Parting my flesh
Reminiscent of Moses and the Red sea
Is forever haunting me
Like swimming through honey
A sickly sweet liquid
Grasping at limbs
Dragging her down into it’s depths
I love you
Hazel eyes narrow
Suspicion looming overhead
The reaction involuntary
A compulsory response
Everything has strings firmly attached
A chill ravaged through her
their shrill screams of torment
the sheer mental anguish
haunting and taunting her
just a gentle reminder
in another life that could
or rather would have been her
The pain isn’t really pain
it’s more of a vacuum—an endless abyss
nothingness carving out a cavity in her chest
the pieces crumble away as she shatters
what you don’t see
is that my shoulders
from the weight of my agony
as I try to blink out of existence
(finding the will to live can be exhausting)